A/N: Here is another update! I can't help it lol I love writing for this story! I'm having all these ideas pop into my head and it's great! This chapter was incredibly fun to write for me. Now, in the movie, the character Samantha James always made me piss myself laughing. At first, I was gonna have my own character be kind of like her, but then I thought...nah! I have the perfect character for her! Or at least, who I think will be perfect. It isn't the same situation in the movie but she will be important to Rachel, just as Samantha was to Chris in the movie. I thought she kind of pushed him in the right direction and made him realize that he's an idiot. So i'm kinda gonna see if this works haha...once again, thank you to all that reviewed and all the alerts! You guys are amazing :):):) Keep reviewing ladies and gents! I love feedback. Enjoy :)
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SAM'S PUB/TWO HOURS LATER
When I reach my destination, I realize that this place used to be an old theatre that rested in Lima. I couldn't really remember the name of it, but I recognized the pillars outside. My eyes look up at the pink neon sign, flashing the name of the place and for a moment, I feel a certain type of excitement creep up within me. I take a deep breath and push open the door.
Almost immediately I can smell the stench of stale beer and peanuts, but at the same time, it seems to feel somewhat homey. I look around the place and can see three pool tables with countless occupants surrounded them. Most were smiling and enjoying themselves. Some were scowling at everyone and everything. I shake my head and turn my eyes to the bar and a soft smile lights up my face. A familiar blonde haired guy is smiling while serving a drink to some old guy.
I slowly walk up to the bar, just as Sam turns around to grab something behind him. I turn my eyes briefly to the old man beside me who is leering at me. Gross. I roll my eyes and proceed to lean against the bar.
"I heard there's a pretty handsome bartender around these here parts." I say in a slightly distorted southern drawl. I see Sam stiffen for a moment and a smile makes its' way to my face. "I reckon they were right, with a pretty lil thing like you here." I finish and Sam slowly turns around, a wide smile on his face before shock takes over.
"Rachel?!" He says, the shock amplified in his voice. "Rachel Berry?!" He says again, before quickly making his way around the bar. He continues to stare at me and I almost blush when his eyes rake over my body. "Oh my god! It is you!" He shouts and before I can protest, he picks me up and swings me around, careful to avoid hitting anyone. "I can't freakin' believe it!" He says, setting me down and looking me over once again. "I mean, you left right after graduation and no one has heard from you since..." He pauses, shaking his head in disbelief. I smile weakly and hold out my hands.
"Here I am." I say, and desperately try to ignore the sad look upon his face.
"I can't believe you're here." He whispers, quietly. I smile and he pulls me in for another hug. "...and that I can get my arms around you." He adds, causing me to snort and pull away, punching him hard in the gut, causing him to grunt in pain. "Easy there, She-Hulk. " He jokes and I roll my eyes.
"Still as geeky as the day I left." I say, shaking my head with a smile. Sam's smile widened.
"Gosh, this is so awesome." He states, looking up around the bar. "Free round on the house for everyone!" He yells, and I chuckle when everyone cheers and claps. Sam looks back at me and wraps an arm around my shoulders. "Come on, let's catch up."
THREE HOURS LATER
"Wow, sounds like you're a busy girl. I guess you're quite famous now, eh?" He questions, smirking as he takes a drink of his coke. I shrug, yet a smug smirk remains on my face.
"Quite famous, yes." I say, drowning my shot of tequila without wincing at all. Been doing that for many years as well. "So married life, huh?" I question, and he nods, blushing slightly. "Who's this female that has stolen your lil geeky heart?" I ask, and he smirks.
"Her name is Kitty..." He starts and I can't help but laugh. Loudly. I mean, what kind of a name is that? So, with the help of alcohol in my system, I blurt out my first thought.
"Is she a stripper?" I ask, and his eyes widen and he furiously shakes his head before sending me a glare.
"Is she a...? NO!" He practically yells, his face turning red as he looks around us, hoping that people didn't hear her. "She isn't a stripper." He finally answers and I nod. "She's a trained dancer, as in a choregrapher." He says, and I nod, grabbing my bottle of beer and taking a swig. "She's beautiful, such a go getter. She really believes in me too. Makes me feel like i'm worth a million bucks." He says and I smile softly. Sam smiles back and then clears his throat. "She actually works with Brittany." He says and I spray my beer all over the bar. Now there's a name I haven't heard of in years. "You remember Brittany Pierce, right?"
"Of course I do," I practically growl at him. He shrinks back slightly as I take another long drink. "...she was one of the bystanders that watched as people harrassed me daily." I say, my voice low. Sam sighs.
"You know that Brittany was in love with San-" He starts but I hastily cut him off.
"DON'T say that name in my presence." I growl, my eyes flashing dangerously. Sam gulps slightly.
"Look, she was innocent. Yes, she didn't do anything about it, but she wanted to. She was just too blinded by love." He says, his innocent eyes doing something to me. "You know what that's like, right? Doing anything to make sure the one you love is happy? No matter how much you hate doing it?" He questions, knowingly and I take another long swig of my beer.
FLASHBACK/FABRAY HOUSEHOLD
I sigh as I make my way up the stairs to the Fabray mansion. It's not like I haven't been here many times before. But I really didn't want to be here tonight. However, Quinn begged and pleaded that I come along so that I can keep her sane. I sigh. I lift a hand to knock on the door but it opens before I touch it. I smile, politely.
"Hello Mrs. Fabray." I say, smiling brightly. The woman returns my bright smile.
"Oh, Rachel, honey, what did I say about calling me Judy!?" She questions and I open my mouth to answer her, but she grabs my hand and wraps her arms around me. Well, as best as she could anyways. "You look very nice tonight, sweetie. Oh is that pecan pie!?" She questions and I chuckle, nodding my head. I blush slightly at the compliment. Judy was always nice to me. She never questioned my friendship with her daugther.
"I made it just for you and Quinn!" I state, the smile never leaving my face. "I know how much you two like it!" I admit, quiete shyly. The woman shakes her head with a smile.
"You are just the sweetest little thing, aren't you?" She says and sighs. "Would you like me to make you some of your favorite hot coco? With whip cream, sprinkles and extra marshmellow on top?" She questions and I nod, eagerly. She just laughs. "Alright, i'll whip that right up for you dear, you go on ahead and see everyone in the livingroom.
I sigh and nod, the smile dropping as soon as she leaves me to myself. I gulp and look towards the livingroom where I can hear familiar voices. Although, Judy, Quinn and Russell were very kind to me, Quinn's sister, Frannie, was not. I always felt like she hated my guts and it made me uncomfortable to come to these family dinners. Frannie usually always made me cry at the end of the night. No one would know, because I would hold it in until i got home, but she did. However, I couldn't stop coming to these, because Quinn would be sad. I can't have her sad. I would do anything for that girl.
"Hello, Rachel. How are you sweetie?" I hear Russell's warm voice as I enter the room and I can't help but smile at him.
"I'm good, Mr-" I pause, at his raised eyebrow. "...I mean, Russell. How are you?" I question him and before he can answer my question, I have an armful of blonde in my arms.
"Rach! I thought you would never get here." Quinn says, smiling widely as she pulls away. I smile at her. God she's beautiful.
"Give her a break, Quinn." Frannie cuts in, smiling at me. I almost do a double take. Wait for it. It'll happen. "I mean, she had to waddle her way up the pathway." She finishes and...there it is. My eyes go to the floor and it hurts when I hear not only Frannie chuckling but Quinn's boyfriend, Finn, as well. God I hate him.
"Fran!" Quinn growls, glaring at her sister.
"Francine Charlotte Fabray! I will not have that in my house!" I hear Russell growl, but it's no use. She never stops.
"What?! I'm just stating the truth! Free Willy here barely can fit through our door." She continues and I feel an immense pain rip through my heart. I hate her. So much.
"Frannie, shut UP!" Quinn growls once again, before turning back to me. "I'm sorry, Rae. She doesn't mean it." She says, quietly and I shake my head, praying that the tears don't fall. I look up at her and attempt a smile.
"It's ok." I whisper, and my eyes briefly catch Finn's who is full of amusement. I glare at him. "Why is he here?" I ask, turning my eyes back to Quinn's. She looks slightly guilty.
"Well, I wanted him to meet my parents before..." She trails off, quietly, shrugging her shoulders. My eyes widen. I know exactly why she wanted him to meet her parents. My heart, i'm pretty sure, just shattered in my chest. "...hey, are you ok, Kit Kat?" She asks, and it hurts even more to hear her call me my nickname. I push myself away from her. She looks hurt.
"Here you go, Rachie!" I hear Judy say, happily. I turn around, the tears building in my eyes, and see my favorite hot coco. Then I hear Frannie snicker.
"Figures, world's largest girl would get the largest coco." She says, and that's it. I've had enough.
"I-I have to go." I whisper, shaking my head before walking out of the room as quickly as possible.
"Rachel!" I hear Quinn call, but I ignore it. Russell and Judy also call out my name, but I ignore them as well. Instead, I focus on Frannie's words.
"Adios, Braceface."
END OF FLASHBACK
"Rach?" I snap out of my day dream and look at Sam, letting out a long sigh. I did know what he means, but it was hard for me accept it. I put all those people to the back of my mind over the years and I fuckin' buried them.
"I know. I just...it was hard to let go." I say, and he nods knowingly. I take another drink and i'm pretty sure that i'm almost wasted. I fuckin' hate drinking. I hate being sick the next day.
"I understand." He says, and clears his throat. "You know, people change." He says, and my eyes meet his. "The bullies that used to restlessly pick on you when we were kids? They are either the coolest people now, or they're stuck in Lima, working at a Walmart." He says, and I chuckle. I didn't really believe him, but maybe he's right. "For example, there's Finn Hudson." He says, and my eyes widen and turn in the direction he's pointing to. Wow.
Finn Hudson has certainly changed over the years. He's now...fat. As cruel as it is to say that word, that is the only thing I can say to describe him. He is big and looks like he hasn't shaven in months. I curl up a lip as he lets out a burp and walks up to the bar. Please don't recognize me. Please don't recognize me.
"Rachel Berrrrry?" He questions, his words slurred. Fuck. I turn to him and plaster on half a smile.
"Finn." I say, almost disgusted. I hated this asshole. He was just as mean as Santana in high school.
"You're...you're like...fammmmmous." He manages to say, smiling what he thinks to be as charming. I cringe at the sight. "You...you're hot." That's right I am, you big idiot. "Wannnnna...wannt make out?" He mumbles and I look at him in disgust.
"With you? Not even if you fuckin' paid me." I say, feeling bile rise in my throat. "I actually get more tail in an hour then you will get in your whole damn life." I say, smugly and he frowns.
"Wh-"
"Finn, here." Sam says, handing the man a beer. Finn smiles at him. "Go over there by the pool tables." He orders, softly. Finn turns to stare at me for a moment before nodding. He stumbles over there and I can't help but let out a laugh. Sam frowns at me.
"What?" I question, and he just continues to stare at me. "Look at him! After all the years he used to harrass me and make fun of me, he's now the biggest loser in Lima." I say, letting out another laugh.
"You never used to laugh at others." He points out and I roll my eyes.
"Ya well I never really stood up for myself either, Sam." I say, taking the last swig from my beer. "As you said before, people change. I'm just not the same fatass, bracefaced loser that let people walk all over her." I growl, the bitter tone in my voice coming out. "I'm better than all these people." I say, pointing around the plae.
"Even me?" He questions and I turn to stare at his sad eyes. I sigh. I rest a hand on top of his.
"Of course not you. I'm just saying. I got out and did what I wanted with life. Half of the people we went to high school with, didn't." I say, shrugging my shoulders. Sam sighs and opens his mouth to say something when I feel the chair i'm sitting on, suddenly shift and i'm left facing an attractive blonde.
"Who the hell are you and why are you touching my man!?" The loud shrill voice yells, and I have to try really hard not cover my ears.
"Who the fuck are you?" I question, cringing back as the woman's eyes go damn cray cray. Holy batman. This chick looks like she's a damn praying mantis. Completely nuts.
"Who am I?" She questions, looking from me, to Sam and then back to me again. "Who. Am. I?" She asks, slowly and I nod. I'm not really sure what to do here. "No! Who are you? Sam is mine, chica and you best be bolting out of here like Zeus himself just singed your midget ass!" She yells and i'm officially a believer. A believer that thinks this chick is fuckin' bonkers.
"Kitty, sweetheart, it's alright..." Sam tries to interupt but I end up laughing out loud. Damn booze.
"Oh the stripper!" I say, smiling widely. Probably shouldn't have called her that, but I didn't actually mean she is a stripper. Her crazy eyes turn to me and they are just...wild. Uh oh.
"Did you just call me a stripper, you little gremlin!?" She practically shouts and I can't help but be amused. Hmmmm, gremlin is new one. "Sam, did she just call me a stripper?!" She says, her voice going even higher.
"Look, lady. Calm down. I didn't call you a stripper, you just have the name of a stipper." I said, hoping that this would work out in my favor. Sam and Kitty both look at me and...I guess not. "I mean...you're not a stripper. I'm not trying to steal your man." I say, and she glares at me. "I'm totally banging chicks these days." I admit and...yep. I'm drunk as shit. Fuck. Sam's eyes widen, just as Kitty's grow in amusement.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh. You're not-a-nutbush city limits fan." She says, smiling widely. I smile back, drunkenly. "You like to tickle-her-elmo, and play with a lez-in-the-box." She says, and I just nod. I probably should mildly be insulted...oh well.
"You...you're gay?" Sam questions, and I frown at him. "Like..."
"You knew I was in love with Quinn. Why are you shocked?" I admit and his eyes widen even farther. Oops. "You...you knew! You did!" I say, pointing at him.
"You're in love with Quinnie the pooh?" Kitty asks, her eyes widening and, if possible, her smile widens even more. Fuckity fuck.
"I...I thought you were in love with Puck." He says, and my eyebrows shoot into my hairline.
"PUCK?!" I say, rather loudly. "I hate Puck! That stupid bastard use to throw me into the dumpster with a damn forklift!" I growl and he frowns, looking slightly scared. "How could you think I even liked that neanderthal!" I ask, and he shrugs.
"You...you used to smile at him." He answers, quietly. I growl.
"I smiled at fuckin' everyone, you idiot!" I growl and he cowers back slightly.
"Oh come off it, Klondyke bar." Kitty interupts and I turn to her, with a confused look. She rolls her eyes. "So you happen to like our blonde friend. It happens, she's smoking." Kitty says, shrugging.
"Quinn's...she's here?" I question and Kitty nods.
"Duh, of course she is. She like lives here." My eyes widen and for a moment I swear I feel my heart hurt at that admission. But it goes away. "She writes and shit. Says she needed some inspiration so she moved her little blonde ass all the way back to loserville and stayed." Kitty explains and I nod. God. I'm going to run into Quinn here. I'm actually going to see her.
"Look, Rachel..." Sam starts but immediately stops when a hand is throw in his face."
"Wait. Is this, 'The Rachel Berry'?" Kitty questions and my eyebrow lifts. "Wow. You looking totally bangable these days." Kitty admits, her eyes raking over my body. Not gonna lie. I'm more than uncomfortable. "I mean, when I seen your high school picture, I thought you were a fat kid that just ate two more fat kids, that had cake earlier that day." She says, and I glare at her. "Then I thought that Iron man decided to party in your mouth with all your gear as the decorations."
"Kitty." Sam scolds and she shrugs. "Rach, why don't you go home and get some sleep. If you want, there's gonna be a barbeque over at our place tomorrow afternoon." He says and I sigh. I nod my head and stand up. I wobble slightly and he frowns. "Let me call you a cab." He says, and I just nod.
"Oh! I can drive her home, baby." Kitty offers and I turn to Sam, from behind her back, and wildly shake my head no. This girl was nuts. No way. He stares at me a moment before smirking.
"Thanks sweetheart." He says, leaning over the bar to give his crazy ass wife a kiss. Fuck. He then eyes me for a moment and a smirk lights up his face. I glare at him. You prick. "Safe drive, girls." He says, ignoring my glare to wait on another customer.
"Alright, lezpez. Let's roll. " She says, making some weird hand motion towards the doorway. Some...she made a circle with her finger and then...I don't know. She marches out the doorway and..."Move outta my way, naked shame!" I hear her yell, and a poor man scrambles in, close to tears. I huff a breath and slowly walk out the door, following the lunatic. Please get me through this drive without killing her, or dying myself.
KITTY'S CAR/25 MINUTES LATER
"I mean, you know what i'm talking about, Myka Bering?" Kitty asks, glancing over at me as I silently sit in her SUV. The very SUV that I am currently comtemplating jumping out of.
"I look nothing like, Myka Bering." I mumble, wanting to light myself on fire. Kitty turns to glance at me and then looks back at the road.
"You kind of have a resemblance. I mean, don't you watch Warehouse 13?" She asks, and I go to answer but she continues. "Not that it matters. Look, I just don't get why the dude won't let me dance. I'm awesome. I'm sexy as hell and I tell it like it is." She says, and I lean my head back against the seat. Fuck me.
"Maybe you're not what he wants." I answer and she slams on the brakes, causing my head to fly forward and smash off the dash. "Fwuck! Wat da hwelll?!" I manage to say, feeling blood dripping down my nose.
"I am what he wants! I know it!" She practically yells, and then suddenly turns sheepish. "Oopsy daisy, looks like mother nature kicked you in the nose this month, rather than the vagina." She says, and I turn to glare at her as I hold my nose shut. "Well, at least we're almost at your dad's house." She says, happily. I slowly turn my head to her as she starts to drive again.
"Ish shere somesin wong wif you?" I manage to mumble out, shocked at the sound of my own voice. I try to move my nose but grimace at the pain. "I tink you bwoke my nus." I manage to get out, and Kitty turns to me.
"Are you like, speaking in chinese or something? Cause I don't understand that shit." She says, and I growl, as best as I can.
"Tak me tooo da hopital." I mutter, feeling more pain in my nose. She sighs.
"God, so bossy. Here I thought you were gonna be cool, considering you've hung out with Kanye and all." She says, doing a U-turn, causing me to hit my head off the window. I grunt in pain. "Thank god the po po's decided to take another donut break. That was was a little wide." She admits with a smile. I just look at her in disbelief. This chick is an escapee from the looney bin. I swear. If I make it to the hospital, i'll be damn surprised.
Ok. So...what did you guys think? How is Kitty doing in the whole Samantha James role? Think she fits it?! lol I had fun with that. I love writing her in this. I can do the whole insulting thing she has going on. I know...no Faberry. But it's coming folks :):) Next chapter is gonna be a blast. Rachel's gonna come face to face with someone, but who will it be? Let me know what your thoughts and opinions are guys! :):) ...oh and for Kitty's line, "Ohhhhhh. You're not a nutbush city limits fan."...now, because Rachel's gay, i'll let you figure that one out. Hahaha...I thought it was clever...could be stupid, but oh well. Kitty's cray cray. lol :P
Now, haz some cakez and cookiezzz :):)
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Tasty, aren't they? Hehehe, until next time folks!