Well it turns out that I won't be graduating from college this semester but instead have to stay an extra semester. No big deal because I sort of expected it but it's gonna be weird not graduating with the rest of my friends :(
But anyway. Just like to thank everyone still reading for sticking around and being patient with me. I know I don't update that often but I'm a bit of a perfectionist and I only update when I'm completely satisfied with chapter. And now with summer break coming up in a few weeks, I will have much more to update this and ToD. I also have another Pezberry AU story in mind for later so keep an eye out for that.
Now on with the show. This one gets a little angsty and there's a lot of dialogue but it's important for the following chapter
Disclaimer: I own nothing but I do wish I owned a poster of Naya in that white suit. Because that would just make my day.
Rachel POV
Day… whatever. Practice number…oh I have no idea, of this damn musical and it's still not what I want. The actress playing Lucy is good but not great. The costumes are coming together but not fast enough. One of the dancers sprained her ankle so now Becka has to fill in. Gavin can't seem to take the gay out of his Lucifer speak and to top off all of my frustrations, Caroline keeps asking me about my run-in with the bitch queen herself: Santana Lopez. It's only been a few days and I refuse to go back down that road again so soon. It was bad enough the first time.
Well whatever. Life and the show must go on and until I can find a better Lucy, I'm stuck with this too nice, too plain, too soft spoken version. Hooray. "Whenever you guys are ready," I yell to the actors on and off stage from my director's seat in the audience. On stage right now is the church scene where Lucy first realizes that there is something off about her and Lucifer appears to try to explain her pain and ultimately, her origins. Let's see how they do today.
Lucy, her grandparents and Alyssa enter from stage left. The inside of the church is to the right of the stage. The outside of the church is to the left. The two sides are separated by a large church door in the middle. There are several pews set up stage right facing a pastor's podium. Several extras are seated in the pews engaging in ad-libbed conversations unheard by the audience. Pietro and Carmela open the large door and crossover to stage right. Alyssa starts to follow but stops when she notices Lucia standing still holding her stomach
Alyssa: Luce. Are you okay? (walks up to the other girl)
Lucy: Yeah. Just a little nauseous all of a sudden.
Alyssa: Are you sure?
Lucy: Positive. Probably should've actually eaten something more than coffee for breakfast.
Alyssa: Probably. Well if you're good, we probably should get inside before your grandmother rips out heads off. (Lucy chuckles lightly before taking a deep breath and straightening up) You all good?
Lucifer: (voice offstage) No.
Lucy: (ignoring the voice)Yes.
Alyssa: Alright. Then let's go. (Lucy takes another deep breath and nods. Alyssa opens the door to the church and the pair enters. Immediately, Lucy clutches her stomach and backs away)
Lucifer: (voice offstage) Hurts, doesn't it?
Lucy: (loud whisper through gritted teeth) Shut up.
Lucifer: (voice offstage) You will never fit in there. This place isn't for me. Or for you.
Lucy: (louder) I said shut the fuck up!
Alyssa: Luce, are you sure you're okay?
Lucy: Actually. No. No, I'm not.
Alyssa: Come on. Let's go sit on the bench by the parking lot. Service doesn't start for a few so we have some time. (Alyssa puts her arm around Lucy to steady her and leads them both to the bench at stage left. Once on the bench and away from the church, Lucy straightens up and the pain is no longer present in her face) Better?
Lucy: (takes a deep breath and exhales) Yeah. I don't know what happened. I was perfectly fine but as soon as I took a step into the church, my head started pounding and my stomach started churning. Then as soon as I go away from it, everything stopped.
Alyssa: Maybe you're allergic to the church. (starts laughing) Hell, I thought I was until I starting going with you.
Lucy: (somber tone) Haha. Yeah. Maybe. But in case I'm coming down with something, I'm going to head home. (gets up from the bench)
Alyssa: You sure? You gonna take the car? (stands up as well)
Lucy: I'm sure. And I'm just gonna walk. It's only a couple of blocks. Tell nonno and nonna that I wasn't feeling well and went home to rest. Hopefully they won't be too mad.
Alyssa: For my sake, I hope so too. But sure thing. Just go and feel better.
Lucy: Thanks. Have fun in there. Try not to go to sleep again.
Alyssa: No promises. (Alyssa reenters the church, leaving Lucia on the other side of the door. Lucia starts to walk down stage and off that stage. Lucifer appears from behind a tree next to the stage and starts walking with her)
Lucy: What do you want?
Lucifer: You know you can't go back in there, right? You're too old now and there's too much of me in you for you to be wanted there. Besides, it'll only hurt you.
Lucy: I have nothing from you.
Lucifer: Sure you don't. You are my legacy.
Lucia: I am nothing like you.
Lucifer: Please. Like father, like daughter.
Lucy: (stops in the middle of the aisle and turns to face Lucifer. Yells) I am not your fucking daughter! So you and your lies can just go to hell!
Lucifer: Oh my spicy demoness, I run the place.
"CUT!"
"What the problem now?" Caroline asks from the seat next to me.
"Yeah Rachel. What did we do wrong this time?" Gavin asks, stepping out of his Lucifer persona. What did they do wrong? Did they even do anything wrong? Honestly, it's not that they did anything wrong, it's just that the casting is wrong. I don't know. Sarah is a great actress and she's playing Lucia as best as she can but she's acting a bit too nice to be the demon spawn of Satan. "Guys, take 5," I finally say once I leave my own thoughts. "You know what? How about we call it a day? I got to go over some notes and stuff so we'll start back up tomorrow afternoon. Alright?" The actors and actresses on and near the stage nod and scatter while Caroline, Becka and Gavin surround my chair, staring at me. "What?" I ask, looking at my clipboard to avoid their awkward stares.
"Okay, what is up with you girl?" Becka asks me.
"Yeah, you've been distracted and on edge since your run-in with the Wicked Witch of Western Ohio," Caroline says. I roll my eyes, sigh, put my clipboard on my lap and slide down into my chair until I can rest my head on the back of it.
"Can we not talk about that unfortunate encounter?" I groan. "I'd rather not relive it."
"So I'm guessing we're not going back there this weekend?" Caroline asks.
"Not a chance. Besides, I have to finish this damn musical and as much as I love Sarah; she's just not enough."
"Why not ask Santana?" Gavin asks innocently. Um, what? Has he not been paying attention to my sulking for the last few days because of said Latina? Though I will not admit that out loud.
"Seriously?" I sit up and cross my arms. "Why in the hell would I ask Santana to play the lead role in my musical that is vital to my college and Broadway careers? Have you note been listening the entire time when I told you about how she treated me?"
"What? So she said a few crude things, came onto you a little bit harder than expected and then proposed sex?"
"Not proposed. Assumed," I clarify.
"Okay. Assumed. Either way. From what I've heard so far, nothing that she said isn't any worse than any of the lines random guys have said in the past. So why so upset?"
"Gavin, you don't even know her."
"Neither do you."
"Um. I've known Santana Lopez since middle school."
"But she never wanted to have sex with you no matter how promiscuous she was so something about her has changed." If only you knew.
"Yeah, now she just wants to sleep with anything with boobs and a pussy."
"Whoa there potty mouth, calm down," Caroline cuts in picking up on my frustrations.
"Look all I'm saying is that you're not giving this Santana a chance. From your stories, she seems perfect."
"A chance to do what? To screw around with me and inevitably screw me over? No thank you. Been down that road once and I'm not going through that hurt again."
"What hurt?" Caroline questions and oh shit. I just realized what I just said. Oh no. Not going to go there. I've kept that piece of history locked away in the recesses of my subconscious labeled "Never EVER mention again" and that's where it will stay. "Nothing," I lie. Caroline looks at me incredulously.
"Are you sure it's nothing?" she asks.
"Yeah," I lie again. "Now can we just pack it up and head home? I have Santana unrelated work to do and I don't want to hear anymore about her. Got it?"
"Yeah. Fine," Becka says.
"Okay. I'll drop it," Caroline agrees.
"No. I will not drop it," Gavin says. Of course. There's always one in the tour group that has to keep asking questions.
"Why can't you just let it go like everybody else?"
"Because something happened between you two in the past that you're not telling us and I want to know what. Because I feel like you will forever be on edge until you let it out and deal with it."
"There is nothing to deal with, Gavin. So why can't you just let me forget that I ever saw her again, forget that I knew her, just forget all about Santana Lopez and just go back to being happy?" I don't know why I'm pleading but I just want to forget about everything that either happened or more like didn't happen between us. I can't go down that road. Not after everything that's changed.
"Because I care about you and having Santana pop back into your life has turned you back into that high strung, workaholic Rachel Berry that I met freshmen year that was too afraid to even go to the dining hall for fear of being slushied. I mean look at what she's done so far and you've only seen her twice."
"And you want me to see her again?" He nods. "To what? Send me all the way back to that girl that we've worked to change in the last four years? How is that going to help?" He looks at Caroline and Becka on the other side of me and they look at me. What's he looking for? Them to agree with him? Why the hell would they agree when it doesn't make again damn sense?
"I guess it doesn't make any sense. But," he says softly.
"Exactly. So shut the fuck up and drop it!" I yell before getting up, grabbing my clipboard and storming out of the theater in true diva fashion. I really need a drink right now.
Santana POV
"Did she seriously reject me? Me? I'm Santana Fucking Lopez and last I checked, she was just Rachel Berry. So how the fuck did she reject me?" I've been ranting for the last 10 minutes about none other than Rachel Berry to Kevin and Luis and for some reason, I'm still pissed. Why the fuck am I pissed?
"So one girl rejected you. Big fucking deal. Move on," Luis says. "There are so many girls out there. Hotter girls. Easier girls."
"Dude, you didn't see this girl. She's pretty hot," Kevin chimes in.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Short but girl has legs that go on for days. Tan. Brown hair. Nice lips and the way she wore her dress was like the good Lord created it just for her."
"Can the two of you shut the fuck up and focus on my problem?" I yell and they instantly shut up. "Thank you." I may be smaller and younger but I still have the loudest voice.
"Honestly, I still don't see what the problem is?" Luis says. "So you ran into some hot girl from high school. You flirted her up and she said no. Why the angst?"
"Did you request sex?" Kevin asks. Who the hell says 'did you request sex'?
"Not so much requested as demanded," I answer nonchalantly.
"So called it!" he exclaims. Asshole. So what he was right about me wanting to sleep with her as soon as I talked to her. What? It's been weeks since I've had a decent hook up, she was looking all hot in that super short dress with those legs of hers and was looking at me with those big brown eyes and something about the way she was acting all confident and shit. I don't know. I just really wanted to get her back to my apartment and do unspeakable things to her until she was screaming my name into the night.
"Yeah. So. I wanna fuck her. What of it?" I spit back.
"It's just…Is that why you're so pissed? Cause she said no? Or is there something deeper here?" Oh Kevin. Always trying to psychoanalyze things and get past my emotional walls. Doesn't he realize that I put them up for a damn reason?
"I don't know. Maybe. It's just. I don't know. I'm just irritated," I stutter. What the hell has this girl done to all my cool? Like seriously. I have like a 10 minute max conversation, most of which I wasn't really listening. Just kind of checking her out and taking shots. But in that short amount of time, she managed to turn me into a fucking blathering idiot.
"Why don't you call her?" Kevin suggests. I cross my arms and raise one perfectly manicured eyebrow.
"And why would I do that?" I question, curious to hear to his reasoning for requesting such a stupid ass thing.
"Maybe because clearly you have some tension with this girl. Whether unresolved or not; there's tension. If you call her up and try to talk like a calm, civilized adult instead of horny teenaged boy with a record to beat, maybe some of the air will clear."
"And if not, then maybe you'll get another chance to sleep with her."
"LUIS!" me and Kevin yell at the same time. The dumbass just shrugs his shoulders and sinks back into the couch. Kevin and I both roll our eyes and turn our attention away from the dumbass and back to each other. Also known as the only intelligent people in the room. "Okay, ignore him," Kev starts, "I do think you should get her number and give her a call and apologize for acting like such a low class asshole."
"I wasn't acting like an asshole," I say, trying to defend myself, "I was just acting like I usually do to get a girl."
"No you weren't. I saw you. You were acting like the old Santana, Q and 'Cedes told us about but like ten times worst."
"Can I chime into this angst fest?" Luis asks raising his hand. God, I'm really not in the mood for his stupidity right now. Sometimes I feel like Finnocence on a bad day is smarter than this kid.
"Only if you have some good advice and not some more bullshit to add to the pile you've racked up this evening," I say callously.
"All I want to say is that after much mental deliberation, I agree with Kevin."
"Thank you," Kevin says, throwing his hands in the air like he won a fucking prize for advice or some shit.
"Hold on there Mr. Excited." Kevin freezes with his hands in the air. "I agree that she should call this girl but I don't think she should have to apologize for flirting."
"This wasn't flirting, Luis. This was a verbal assault."
"Or verbal violence."
"Oh. Alliteration." Luis nods like a damn 5 year old. "How about mental manslaughter?"
"Or maybe diction destruction?"
"Or how about tongue terror?" They both pause then start laughing. "No, that one actually sounds pretty good."
"How about you jackasses stop focusing on your little battle of dimwits and help me?" I'm seriously getting tired of this. I've been talking to these knuckleheads for what seems like forever and we are no closer to solving my Rachel Berry problem. Listen to me. My Rachel Berry problem. I never thought I'd have another Rachel Berry problem after I packed up my bags, said my goodbyes and didn't look back. But remember what I said? The universe is a jackass hell bent to prove some point to me by bringing that woman back into my life.
"Okay, okay, okay. Calm your tits woman," Kevin says standing up from the couch and walking up in front of me. He looks down at me with those blue eyes of his and some of my anger dissipates. "You want my advice right?"
"No, I want to suck your dick. Of course I want your fucking advice!" Told you some of the anger left. Not all of it. "What the hell have we been talking about for like the last like twenty minutes or so?"
"Whoa Kev. Better be careful. Looks like Snix is back," Luis mocks from the couch and it takes all my strength to not pounce on him and punch that fucking smug grin off his face. I settle for flipping him off and a simple, "Fuck you".
"Anyway," Kevin says rolling his eyes. "Call her. Apologize and be done with it. That way the air will be clear and you'll be able to sleep at night."
"I've been sleeping perfectly fine, thank you very much." He crosses his arms and looks at me with that 'girl please' look. I hate that look. Especially from him. Because for some goddamn reason, I can't lie to him when he's giving me that look. "I don't have her number," I concede.
"I'm sure you have some old friends who might have it. Maybe Quinn or Mercedes or…"
"Pixie boy." I interrupt.
"Pixie boy?" Luis chimes back in.
"Kurt," he and Kevin nod. "He and Berry were like total besties when we graduated so I'm assuming he knows her number."
"Go for it. Then tell us how it goes."
"Yeah. I wanna hear all about how your apology crashed and burned." And that was the final straw. I walk over to the couch, looking that Latin boy right in the eyes the entire way, watching as they went from amused to scared in 2 seconds. Before he has time to escape, I grab the pillow next to him and beat him over the head like ten or so times. "Motherfucker!" I hear him say under my assault and only stop pounding the shit out of him when Kevin tells us that he's going to bed and to not kill each other while he's in the apartment. His distraction allows Luis to escape and run straight to his room. "You're one lucky bastard," I say tossing the pillow to its original spot on the couch.
"Bitch," he says before quickly closing his door.
"Damn straight."
Okay. So now that the mess is over with, where on earth did I put Hummel's number? Mercedes gave it to me like 2 months ago in the event I wanted to give my fellow glee club gay a call after all these years but I've never felt the need to. Quinn, Mercedes, Mike are the only ones I've really talked to the last four years. I've talked to Sam because of Mercedes; Tina because of Mike and Puck because of Quinn. But not as much as the original three. Now don't get the wrong idea about Quinn and Puck. They're not together. For one, Quinn is flaming homosexual like me now and Puck is a freeloading band boy. So, they just live together like me and the boys to save money.
But besides them, I haven't talked to or heard from anybody else from that godforsaken place. Mercedes and Tina have helped to fill me in on everybody's life to best of their abilities but that's only been in the last 2 years are or so because right after graduation, I didn't tell anybody where I was going. I just left and successfully managed to disappear for nearly 2 years until Mercedes and her ridiculously good sleuthing skills found out from my dad that I had been accepted and went to Columbia for a year before dropping out. He told her that the last he checked, I was still living in New York somewhere and the next thing I knew, the black girl was standing outside my apartment door with a suitcase and a look of disappointment on her face. Same ol' Wheezy.
Quinn and Mike soon followed. Quinn because we met at the same lesbian club one night. I'd like to say I was surprised to see her there, but really, I wasn't. She pinged on my gaydar around 9th grade when she suggested that we kiss each other to practice for boys. Most people thought that I or Britt who suggested it but nope, it was her. I ran into Mike at a dance class he was teaching in the city and considering how we were sort of bros in the past, we just picked back up over coffee and the rest is history.
"Hellooo. Kurt Hummel speaking." Why does he have to sing his greetings? Man, I forgot how obnoxious his voice can be. Like seriously. You'd think it would've dropped an octave with the passing years but clearly, it hasn't. "I don't recognize your number so who, may I ask, is calling?"
" 'Sup Gay boy fresh," I say simply. I hear a deep sigh through the phone.
"Santana Lopez."
"The one and only."
"Well well. What has it been? Like 4 years?"
"Almost."
"Well, to what do I owe the displeasure?" See, I knew there was a reason why we eventually got along so well. He's as big of a bitch as I am.
"You talk to Rachel lately?" I ask getting right to the point.
"Rachel? As in Rachel Berry?"
"Yeah. What other Rachel do we both know?"
"I don't know. I just never remember hearing you reference her as Rachel before." I roll my eyes.
"Look, whatever. Do you have her number?"
"Why do you need it?"
"Because I ran into her a while ago and I need to get in touch with her."
"Why?"
"Because."
"That's not the magic word."
"GODDAMMIT HUMMEL! Give me the fucking number before I find you and crush your fucking man part with a meat mallet!"
"Whoa there. Grotesque. But effective."
"So the number?" I demand.
"First promise me one thing?" I sigh and switch the phone to my other ear.
"Yeah sure. Whatever," I answer.
"Promise that if I give you this number, you won't use it to hut her again. Not after the last time."
"What last time?"
"When you left." Fuck. Of course he would have to bring that up.
"Look. I just want to ask her about so music stuff and then I'll be out of her life for good this time," I lie. There really is no point in mentioning that I've already royally fucked up and am just trying to call to apologize. Maybe. I'm not sure yet.
"Just give me the fucking number, Hummel." He reads off the number and I scribble it down on a piece of scrap paper on the coffee table. "Thanks Pixie boy," I say with a devilish grin I wish he could see.
"That one's new. And not a problem, Satan," he counters.
"That one's not so new. Get some new material there Hummel," I jab.
"Get a new personality, Lopez."
"Bye bitch. It's been fun chatting but I gots a hobbit to call."
"Whatever Santana. Just don't fuck with her again," he warns.
"I'll try," and then I hang up. And this is why I tried not keep in touch with those from my past. Because they are nothing but pains in my ass. And my head. Don't get me wrong. If somebody were to come along and threaten anyone of them, I would go all Lima Heights and protect them with my life. Well….maybe not Finn but everybody else. It's just that I've changed. I'm not that same bitchy cheerleader I once was. I've been through enough to take all the pep out of my life and I don't think any of them will understand.
Rachel POV
After my little diva storm out of the theatre, I made my way back to my apartment. Caroline, Gavin and Becka tried to follow me but I begged them not to, stating that I needed time to myself to sort some things out in my head. And by sort things, I mean figure out why the hell just the thought of Santana has me temperamental. Come to think of it, it's actually my fault really. I should have just listened to my conscience and just never went back to that club. If I hadn't gone back, i wouldn't be feeling like shit right now. But of course I had to go back. And not just because of Caroline's persuasion either. I just had to go back one more time. I just had to see her just one more time. I had to hear her husky voice. I had to watch her body glide effortless across the stage. I had to see those full lips, that raven hair, those onyx lust filled eyes. I just had to go and now back into the emotional dredges I go.
I used to be happy. Well mostly. Something has always felt missing from my life, especially after Finn and I broke up but I just assumed it was loneliness. But despite the occasional ice cream and musical movie nights alone, I was still happy. But then I had to go to the Blue Mic Club. Now I can't get that damn Latina off my mind and it hurts because i shouldn't be thinking about her again. I need a distraction. I wonder if Kurt's free to chat for a bit. Grabbing a large glass from the cabinet, I set it on the table in the kitchen before retrieving a bottle of red wine from under the sink. My dads always told me that alcohol isn't the answer when dealing with tough situations but right now, I can care less. I need some sort of emotional relief and a nice wine buzz should do the trick. After popping the cork and pouring the red liquid into my glass, I take a seat at the table, pull out my phone, dial Kurt's number, bring the phone to my ear and the glass to my lips and wait.
"Helloooo, Kurt Hummel speaking," he sings and in that moment, I realize how much I miss the boy. After he got into NYADA and I didn't, there was a brief riff in our relationship. But when I got accepted to NYU's Tisch, I couldn't wait to tell my best gay that I would be joining him in New York and following my dreams of Broadway stardom after all. We've remained close but the last year has been pretty stressful with me working on my musical and auditions and Kurt working on his Fashion line "Kurtcedes" with Mercedes and his auditions as well. So basically we have seen each other maybe twice for coffee in the last month.
"Hello Kurt," I say, kindly.
"Rachel Barbra Berry, girl how have you been? To what do I owe the honor?" he says enthusiastically.
"Well, I've been busy. That's how I've been," I answer picking up the glass in front of me and taking a sip of wine, enjoying the taste and the very slight buzz it gives me.
"Same old Rachel Berry. Always the workaholic."
"Oh whatever. At least I have better clothes now."
"Thanks to me, Mercedes and my design school buddies," he brags. See, this is why I knew calling him would be the breath of fresh air I needed. He and his high voice are the perfect distraction from my Santana thoughts. "Well it's actually good that you called because I got an interesting phone call today from a Miss Santana Lopez." So much for my distraction.
"Oh really? What did she want?" I ask, incredibly curious about his answer.
"She actually wanted your number," he admits. Oh what the hell?
"Why?" I ask because now I'm REALLY curious about his answer.
"Well the demon temptress mentioned something about bumping into you recently and something about wanting to get back touch with you to talk about music or something. She didn't go into to detail." Oh great. So Santana wants to talk to me. Why the hell does she want to talk to me? What? She didn't get enough insulting me the last time? Is she trying to call for another round at picking at all my insecurities until I roll over and submit?
Wait, hold up Rachel.
You're getting ahead of yourself. He never said he gave her your number. "Kurt, did you give Santana my number?" I ask seriously praying for him to say that he didn't. There's a long pause on the other end of the line and that's not a good scene. "Kurt?" I ask again, making sure he's still on the line.
"Would you be mad at me if I told you that I did?" he says in return. Goddammit.
"What the hell, Kurt?" I whine slamming my glass down onto the table (luckily it doesn't break).
"What? I'm sorry! But what was I supposed to do? She threatened me with bodily harm and even over the phone, Santana Lopez is scary as hell. But give me some credit. At least I'm warning about Satan's impending summoning," he tries defending himself.
"Oh great," I sigh, running both hands through my hair,
"Hey, don't worry Rach. I warned her about screwing with you again," Kurt reassures me but honestly, it doesn't bring me much comfort. Actually, it just adds to the headache I thought I had left at the theater.
"Too late for that," I say without even thinking.
"What? What the hell has she done already?" he yells (well more like squeaks because it is Kurt after all).
"Nothing too damaging," I say not completely lying.
"Tell me about it later?" he asks.
"Yes. Sure thing." Suddenly there's a beep signalling a call waiting. "Kurt, I'll call you later. Somebody's calling."
"Looks like Satan's ears were burning."
"I highly doubt that it's Santana," I look at the incoming number and I have no idea who it is. Crap.
"Well, if it is," he pauses, "Good Luck."
"Thanks," I say before switching over. I have never been so scared to answer someone's call before. I feel like I'm in a horror movie or thriller. Like that girl in 'When a Stranger calls'. I'm actually almost expecting the person on the other end to say "Have you checked on the children?"
"Hello?" I say to the anonymous caller.
"Berry hey. It's Santana." Yup. Definitely a horror movie. But I'm not going to be that girl who the questions the villain about his or hers plans while she sits in her living room as a sitting target to either get snatched or killed. No ma'am. Not today.
"Goodbye Santana," I snap prepared to hang up.
"Wait! Don't hang yup," she pleads. "Just hear me out."
To continued
Sorry about the cliffhanger but I promise to make it up to you in the next chapter.
What to expect next: Rachel and Santana meet for coffee and secrets from the last few years are revealed. Also one of the girls reveals something about that past that will affect the both of them
Now I'm sure some of you can't wait for some Pezberry lovin' but I'm trying to build Rachel's trust and Santana has to make some changes before she can get a taste of Rachel's berries ;) So be patient. It will be worth it. Also I stopped italizing the dialogue because it grew to be too tedious to do. If you guys prefer them, let me know. If this is fine, I will leave it.
Side note: Who else stopped breathing when they saw Naya in that pink jumpsuit and that white suit? I literally stopped whatever I was doing, my mouth dropped open and I didn't move until the scenes were over. Sad but true. The things that woman's hotness does to me *sigh*.
Anyway, as always don't forget to shoot me your comments on what you liked, what you didn't like and what you'd like to see in the future. Later lovelies!