Hello lovelies, here is chapter 2 of my first fic. As usual, I do not own Glee or Pretty Woman, but there is a quote in here from the movie. Enjoy!
The sun shone brightly through the crack in the blinds of the window. As she rolled to her front, the sun hit her face almost directly, and most definitely didn't help with the headache.
"Dammit," she cursed as she peeked open one eye and glance at the clock. 4:17pm. Shit. Her body shot up from the bed, but immediately regretted it as she reached back to her head. "Fuck," she cursed again.
She couldn't remember what had happened last night, but she was sure there was alcohol involved. No. She was positive there was alcohol involved, with a headache like this. Rachel Berry was one to be the life of the party.
Slipping out of her covers, she walked out of her room, trashed with clothes, make up, and shit she wasn't even sure was hers, and into the tiny kitchen, clearly distinguished from her own room by a simple curtain, which hung from the ceiling. Opening the fridge, she found only a six pack, half a bottle of Red Bull, and some questionable yogurt.
"Dammit 'Tana," she cursed her roommate.
The only thing she wanted was some cold water, to ease her throbbing head, and maybe some Advil. Searching through the cabinets, she found the bottle of Advil, downed three, and washed it down with some warm faucet water.
She knew they needed to do some serious shopping, but looking around the apartment, she found herself alone, with the exception of her cat, who had just snuck out from under her bed and made its way into the kitchen to join her.
"Can you believe her, Jaguar?" she asked rhetorically to her cat.
She walked back into her room, and rummaged through her dresser in an attempt to find some clean clothes and settled on some painfully short jean shorts, a sports shirt unprofessionally cut into a crop top, and her favorite knee high black leather boots. Grabbing her jacket and satchel, she headed out the door of her apartment, locking the door behind her.
"You said you'd have it yesterday, girl. You can't live here without paying rent," Anthony shouted three floors below at Brittany, a girl whom Rachel had seen around the building occasionally.
"I know, it's just rent's been pretty tough this week. I'm working really hard to keep up my end, but Lord Tubbington just lost his job, and…"
"Look, I don't care how you plan on paying me so long as you do pay me."
"Can I get it to you by the end of the week?" Brittany asked innocently.
"End of the week or you're out!"
Rachel snuck back into her apartment. Her and Anthony were not on the best of terms since Santana slept with him about three years ago to initially get the apartment, and had completely avoided him since. She knew they hadn't paid their rent this month and wasn't exactly sure when she planned on getting the money to him just yet.
Back in her room, she rummaged through her closet, passed all her shoes, and, under the other ten layers of shit, she kept a safe. Well, her and Santana kept a safe, which contained their rent money. Flipping to the combination, she opened it to find exactly $420.
"Fuck," she cursed once again. This was definitely not her doing, since she placed exactly $600 in that exact safe just yesterday. Enraged, she slammed the safe closed, and hoped on her unmade bed. Opening the window right next to her bed, she climbed through and out onto the fire escape.
She could not believe Santana. They had been living together for almost two years and observed the same pattern. She would make money, leave it in the safe for rent, and Santana would take it and blow it on pot or crack or whatever shit she was taking. And she was tired of it. Tonight she was going to tell Santana exactly what she needed to do to keep up her end or she was out. She wasn't exactly sure if she could just kick Santana out, since it was her apartment first, and Rachel had moved in by simply answering an ad in the paper, but she knew that something about this living arrangement needed to change.
Nearing the bottom ladder, she lowered it and climbed off, thankful for her accessibility to a fire escape to avoid dealing with Anthony. She opened the satchel hanging off her side to pull out some fire red lipstick, which she applied heavily on her round lips. Placing it back in her bag, she continued across the street, when a tall man bumped into her, causing her to smack down on the street, as well as send several items from her purse on the ground around her.
"Ma'am, I am so sorry," he apologized.
"It's fine, don't even worry about it," she excused him, as she attempted to re-gather her dispersed belongings.
"Here," he handed her the flyer which she had been saving in her bag.
"Thanks," she accepted, "thanks, I really needed this."
He helped her gather the rest of her items, then headed in the direction he wished to continue, and she moved to the sidewalk to avoid being in the center of the street again. She glanced down at the paper he had handed her, thanking God she hadn't lost it.
Funny Girl
Auditions: Sunday February 24
Be prepared with audition song, and one scripted scene.
This was her ticket. Her ticket out of the world she was currently living in, and into some alternate universe where she wasn't having cheap Chinese and pizza every night. It was definitely a long shot. She had never been in a single show before, and hadn't made it past 11th grade, but she was going for it.
She placed it back in her bag, and headed down the street. Ready to run some errands, then give Santana Lopez a piece of her mind.
It was 9:30 when she finally finished everything she needed to do, and was heading down to 'Wesley's Place,' the bar her and Santana frequented. She got some groceries, did her laundry, and managed to wait 2 hours in line at the bank only to find her account almost entirely empty.
She was pissed.
She entered the club and walked purposefully towards the back room, where she knew she could find her roommate, and just as she suspected, there she was, shoving her tongue down some waiter's throat, while three others chatted drunkenly around her.
"Santana," she said plainly, but received no attention from anyone in front of her.
"Santana!" she yelled, with much more force, causing her to detach herself from his lips and look back at her, oblivious to her rage.
"Hey, Berry, so glad you could make it," she said and Rachel could smell the alcohol in her breath from where she stood.
"We need to talk," she stated plainly.
"Hey, Berry, why don't you join us, have a seat, grab a beer," Roberto told her, reaching to pass her a beer.
"Berto, this isn't the time for that," Santana scolded, "I'll be back in a second guys." She rose from her seat and followed Rachel into the hallway.
"Sup, chica?"
"Don't, Santana," she said flatly.
"What are you talking ab-"
"Santana! You know damn well what I am talking about! This is our rent. How we pay to live somewhere! You can't just take it and blow it on whatever you chose. We needed that this week! Anthony already hates us, this isn't going to make it any better!" Rachel shouted.
"Would you chill? I'm going to make it up to you, I swear. Berto needed a pick-me-up and Alex's brother knows a guy who sells pot. I had to pay for it, but they promised they'd pay me back. I'll get us back our money!" Santana promised.
"My money," Rachel corrected her.
"Fine, your money, now would you stop being such an uptight-ass bitch and help us finish these drinks?"
"No, I think I'm going to hang outside, I've had a headache all day and alcohol is the last thing I need."
"Fine, suit yourself. I'll be out in a few, Berto's break is almost over," Santana said, as she headed back to the couch.
Rachel walked back out through the bar and outside, where she saw a street vendor with their cart full of food and snacks, so she headed over and purchased a bottle of water, which she guzzled down without a breath of air.
Walking back across the street, she saw Santana exit the bar, and a bit sloppily. It was clear she had had quite a few drinks by the way she was attempting to walk towards Rachel, but tripping over herself.
"Santana, watch yourself, would you?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine, you should watch where you're going!"
"You know what, I think we should take you home. You're not doing anyone any good by staying-"
Just as Rachel had leaned in to support Santana's weight on their walk home, a cars's tires screeched loudly on the surface of the street in front of them, causing both girls to stop what they were doing and stare blankly at the car, which pulled over a few mere feet from them.
"Holy shit," Santana cursed openly.
"Did you see that car?" Rachel said in awe. "That was a 1970 Jaguar!"
"No, that was rent," Santana responded. "Go get it girl."
"What? Are you insane? A guy with that kind of money would laugh at girls like us," Rachel stated.
"Well, at least go find out, maybe he'll pay you to shine his shoes," Santana joked.
Rachel just responded with a dead glare.
"I'm kidding, alright? Just go check him out. And who cares if he's not good in the sack, he probably gives fast, but pays real nice."
Rachel looked back at the car, then to Santana again, who was looking with pleading eyes.
"Alright. How do I look?" Rachel asked honestly, as she reapplied her red lipstick.
"You look hot, now go get some, girl."
Rachel put away the lipstick and walked toward the car, but was definitely unprepared for what was in it. Well, more like who was in it.
Who do you think is in it? Please leave reviews, and I hoped you enjoyed! xoxo