Hello again everyone, don't hate me. Ever since glee started up again, I've lost all will to write. Rachel was just SUCH A BITCH in the first three episodes, she went from being my favourite character to like tenth on the list. Anyways, after the fourth episode, I fell back in love with her again. So here you go, if anyone is still interested. I really am sorry this took me forever :(
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"Hey, gold digger. Lookin' good."
"Noah, that doesn't even make sense."
"You date an older guy, you're a gold digger."
Rachel glanced around, unable to see anyone but Puck. "Where is everyone?"
"Well, whoever's here is out back by the pool, but I mean, it's still pretty early. Though I'm surprised you weren't like, the first one here."
"I need a drink," she said, ignoring his comment, shoving him aside so she could make her way to the kitchen. She grabbed herself a corona - it was the first thing she saw containing alcohol - off the counter and chugged half of it. "That tastes awful," she spat after wiping her mouth.
"Dude, you okay?"
She looked intently at Puck before chugging the rest of the bottle and figured it wouldn't hurt to tell him.
"My father found out about me and you-know-who."
"Bummer. Here," he said, handing her another beer. "There's plenty more where that came from."
"I don't want to get drunk," she told him, but took it anyways. "Okay, I do. That's honestly the only reason I even decided to stay. It's either ...well, forget my troubles for one night or go home and face my dad."
She was glad he was actually talking the time to listen to her. He could be really sweet when it was just the two of them. "But... no, what am I thinking? This is definitely not a good idea. Don't let me get drunk, okay?"
"Rach, I'm not gonna babysit you. Why don't you go ask someone who doesn't plan on getting laid tonight?"
There was the good old Puckzilla she knew and loved.
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It was almost 11, and even though a surprisingly sober Finn had been more than happy to spend time with her, Rachel didn't want to follow him around all night like a lost puppy. She'd felt like a ghost for a good portion of the evening, wandering in and out of rooms - though it seemed to be, more often than not, that the room she was wandering into happened to be the kitchen. Rachel lost count of how many drinks she'd had, but couldn't seem to stop. For a while, she figured she wasn't drunk, because she still seemed to be thinking logically. But after a while, she started to do things whether she wanted to or not, (such as dancing, very poorly, and hugging everyone who had ever been nice to her) thus deciding she wasn't exactly fond of alcohol.
This revelation was further confirmed when she found herself leaning over the toilet.
"Oh my god, Rachel." She barely heard the sarcastic female voice behind her over the volume of the music, but was happy when her hair was scooped away from her face, allowing her to throw up again, relatively worry-free.
"Rach, do you want me to drive you home?" Finally, she turned around to view her savior.
"Quinn?"
"Yeah, it's me. Let me take you home."
"No, no, no, no, noooooooo," she slurred. "My daddy would KILL me..." she shouted, holding up a fist for a reason she couldn't care to understand.
"He'll forgive you. Come on, let's go."
"No, no, he won't. I'm not supposed to-" she turned around, leaning over the toilet once more, though only as a precaution. "Quinn, you're really pretty. I wish I looked like you." She looked up with an enormous grin on her face.
"Thanks?"
This caused Rachel to giggle uncontrollably, but she stopped as suddenly as she'd started. "Oh! Can you take me to Will's house?" She asked, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Will? As in, Mr. Schuester?"
"Yeah. He'll take care of me."
"Rach, I don't think that's a good idea." Quinn was rubbing circles on the smaller girl's back, positive she was wasted beyond belief if she thought a sleepover at Schue's house was a good idea.
"But I love him."
"Still? I thought that little phase ended like, forever ago."
"I want Will! Please Quinn?" she begged, leaning her head against Quinn's leg. "He will be happy you helped me get home safe."
"Then let me take you home. You know, home? To yourhouse? Where you live?"
"I can't go home! I'm going to call my daddy and tell him I'm sleeping over at Will's tonight. Where's my phone, Quinn?"
"How should I know? And gross, you're not sleeping at Mr. Schue's house. God, you are even more annoying when you're drunk."
"Will doesn't think I'm annoying. He thinks I'm sexy." Rachel bit her lip provocatively on the last word, as if to prove a point.
"Ew. I highly doubt that. Come on, I can't help you if you don't let me."
"He does! He tells me all the time! Especially when we're having s-"
"RACHEL!" Quinn interrupted, "I do not want to hear about your perverted fantasies!" She yanked Rachel off the floor by her arm, and then led her outside to the backseat of her car.
"Quinn, why are you being so nice to me?"
"Bad things happen to girls when they get drunk, trust me."
"Will would never let anything bad happen to me."
"God, Rachel, are you obsessed with him or something?"
"No, I'm in love with him. I am. I love him. I just want to see him, please? I want Will," she sniffed.
"You are so messed up. Where do you live?" When her question was met with silence, she glanced back to find Rachel asleep in the backseat of her car. Rolling her eyes, she quickly ran back inside to ask around for anyone who knew Rachel's address. Luckily, Finn had been there enough times to give her directions, and it also turned out he'd been in possession of Rachel's bag. Quinn returned to find her patient asleep in the same position, drooling all over her backseat.
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"Rach, wake up."
Rachel awoke to the sight of Quinn`s face. "Where am I?"
"Rach, I just talked to you like ten minutes ago. I brought you home."
"Aw, thanks Quinn, that's so nice!" Rachel threw her arms awkwardly around the other girl's neck, as best she possibly could in the back seat of a car. "Where's my phone?"
"You don't need it, c'mon. I'll open the door for you, but try to be quiet okay?"
"Okay," she replied, placing a finger over her lips, which were turned upwards in a lopsided smile. Quinn couldn't help but laugh at this, which made Rachel laugh, too, (though she seemed to be laughing at everything.)
Quinn took her hand. "Just, be quiet okay? I don't want you to get in trouble or anything."
"Thank you so much Quinn! Seriously, thank you so much!"
"Okay, okay. Just go, Berry."
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When Rachel awoke the next morning, she didn't know what happened the previous night, or how she'd returned home safely. All she knew was that she absolutely did not feel good. That, and there was a nagging feeling in her stomach, like she was forgetting something extremely important.
"Think, Rachel," she whispered, looking in the mirror. Her stomach lurched out of nervousness for the millionth time that morning, causing her to sigh with frustration. "Come on, what happened yesterday?"
Puck's party. Alcohol was almost certainly the cause of her amnesia.
"Rachel, you up?" Sam asked while opening the door to her room. Her heart began pounding in her chest when she saw him, and finally, memories of pre-party yesterday flooded her mind. She was unable to believe she could ever forget what was quite possibly the worst thing to ever happen to her. Sudden realization overcame her, and she could do nothing but brace herself for what was going to happen next.
"Daddy, hi. Did you want to talk? About..." she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.
"Yeah, come on," he said, motioning her to join him on the bed. "You don't have to explain yourself. I really would rather not hear the details," he confessed, and Rachel couldn't help but feel ashamed of herself.
"How did you find out?" she asked.
"Sandy Ryerson."
"Does the whole world know?"
"He overheard Finn's mother and, um, Mr. Schuester," he said uncomfortably, "talking about it on Friday. I think he said he was a "skillful eavesdropper" or something." Rachel's father shook his head at the memory, clearly in disapproval of this man. "So, he paid me a visit."
"And?"
"And threatened to tell unless I put him in our upcoming production of Fiddler on the Roof."
Rachel was silent for minutes as she took everything in. "This... this is my fault," she said, suddenly. "This is entirely my fault. Daddy, I'm so, so sorry. I can't believe-" she trailed off as tears started to form in her eyes. "I ruined everything!" she sobbed. Her father wrapped an arm around her.
"Rachel, just... what were you thinking?"
"I'm sorry. I just... I really do love him. That seemed like enough at the time. And now everything is falling apart, and your show is ruined, and so many people know, I'm scared Daddy...I just don't know what I'm going to do," she cried through sobs. "I'm such an idiot!"
"Rachel, don't worry about the play."
"You say that because I'm your daughter. That production means everything to you."
"No, sweetheart, you mean everything to me. I was angry, and I'm still shocked," he gulped. So did Rachel. "But you said something to me yesterday that forced me to put things into perspective. I do know what it's like to want someone everybody is telling you not to. Granted, in my case, it was legal... But I understand. And we raised you right, so if you were willing to put everything at risk like that, you must really love him."
"I do. I don't know what else to say."
"I'm not going to tell you to end it, because even if you did it wouldn't matter. The damage is done. But no one else can ever find out."
"I know. Thank you, for protecting him." She rested her head on his shoulder and wiped the fresh tears away from her cheeks. The room was silent for a while, and she didn't like it.
"I'm sorry," she said, breaking the silence.
"I know."
"No, I'm sorry that I'm not who you thought I was. That I'm not your little girl anymore."
"You'll always be my little girl," he said, carefully kissing the top of her head.
"I don't deserve you as a father," she sniffed.
"Don't say that," he said, standing up. "I love you, Rachel."
"Love you too, daddy. Always."