"So, you and Finn hit it off last night, huh? Told you it would be good for you to go out!" Tina said as Rachel joined her on the couch, a cup of coffee in hand.

"I just woke up, Tina." Rachel said. She was exhausted still, and the only thing she had wanted to do was go back to sleep.

Tina looked at her and smiled. "You know it's true."

Rachel shook her head. "He was just being polite."

"Are you kidding, or are you just saying that? He was totally into you!" she said.

Rachel sighed. "Oh please…" she brought the hot cup of coffee up to her lips, sipping on it slowly.

"Give yourself some credit, Rachel." Tina said before standing up. "Besides, he'd have been a damn fool not to be."

Rachel looked up at her and smiled. "Best friends are supposed to say that."

"No, best friends are supposed to be honest…." Tina smiled. "…And say that."

Rachel laughed as Tina walked away, leaving Rachel alone in the living room. Just then her phone began to go off. Not recognizing the number, she answered anyway.

"Hello?" Rachel said.

"Hi, Ms. Berry. This is Robert Ulrich. I'm sorry to bother you on a Saturday." He said.

"Oh no, no bother at all." She said standing up. Her heart began to pound. She was not expecting them to come to her.

"I'm calling on a Saturday actually to see if you'd be able to come in first thing Monday morning for an audition." He asked.

"Y-yeah that sounds great!" she exclaimed as she quickly ran towards Tina's room.

"Would ten in the morning work for you?" he then asked.

"Ten sounds fantastic!" she said.

"Great. See you then. Have a wonderful weekend." He said before hanging up.

Rachel looked over at Tina wide eyed. "I just got the call."

"The call?" Tina asked, emphasizing the world 'the'

Rachel nodded as they both screamed jumping up and down as they hugged each other.

"What if…"

Just then Tina's phone rang. She ran over before showing Rachel the screen who nodded quickly, her hands finding a way to her mouth as she looked at Tina wide-eyed. Tina answered. When she got off the phone she screamed more. "What time is yours?" she asked Rachel mid hug.

"Ten, yours?"

"Not until one." Tina then said.

Rachel scrunched her nose. "This is still amazing!" They hugged once more before running out to tell Quinn what the commotion was about.

000

"Well we should celebrate, obviously!" Quinn said excitedly.

"I feel like we celebrate a lot…." Rachel said cautiously, looking over her shoulder at Quinn who was already pacing about, probably planning this all out in her mind already.

"Don't you want to see Finn?" Quinn then retorted, shooting a look at Rachel.

Rachel shrugged. "Sure?" What was with them trying to hook her up and with him specifically?

"You deserve to have fun while you can." Quinn said. "Besides, it's the perfect day. It's super warm, we have a decent sized yard, and it deserves to be used."

"I only have an audition though, that doesn't mean anything." Rachel said. "Does that really call for a celebration?"

"Life is too short not to have a celebration over some exciting news." Quinn said raising her eyebrows. "It's a Saturday. Do you have something else planned?"

Rachel shrugged. "Finish my room for once maybe."

"And you have plenty of time to do that before later. Enjoying good friends' company isn't going to kill you. And if you really don't feel up to it, good thing it's here then right? You can hide yourself away like you usually do." Quinn said.

"No need to be harsh." Rachel said, looking down at her phone as she sat on the couch. She no longer wanted to have this discussion.

Quinn sighed. "I'm not, Rachel. Just relax. You over think far too much. More than anybody I've ever met."

Rachel shrugged. "It's not like I asked my personality to be that way."

Quinn smiled, approaching her. She lifted her feet gently off the ground, the top half of her body hanging over the back of the couch. She turned her head to look at Rachel. "Look, do you want to see Finn?" she asked quietly.

Rachel smiled, glancing up from her phone to look at her. "He is cute isn't he?" she mumbled.

Quinn laughed. "And I think he liked you."

"You think?" she replied.

Quinn stood back upright before shrugging. "Or do I know?" she said mysteriously before walking away.

"Elaborate!" Rachel called out to her.

Quinn turned and smiled at her. "No way."

"Do you know something I don't?" Rachel then asked. She was curious.

Quinn laughed. "Perhaps."

"Then tell me!" she said.

Quinn shook her head. "I've got nothing to say, honestly."

"You're lying." Rachel said.

"I'm not." Quinn said, still smiling.

"You're impossible, and I'm done talking about this. I'm not playing this game." Rachel said sounding annoyed, turning away from her.

Quinn shook her head behind Rachel before turning. They had been such good friends, that Quinn knew it would bother Rachel and this naturally amused her. The night before Puck had texted Quinn telling her that he and Finn had a conversation about Rachel. It was the night before that Quinn had also invited the two over. Not knowing Rachel and Tina would receive this news today; she figured they'd show up and just throw Rachel off. However, since they did get that news it was the perfect excuse.

It really was one of the nicest days out that day, and Rachel had her hair up in a high bun, wearing a white and yellow sundress as she spent the day unpacking things. She had her window open, a gentle warm breeze coming in as she put her headphones in, turning on her iPod, singing along to the songs quietly. She lost track of time and before she knew it, seven in the evening was already upon them. She was almost finished unpacking everything, and she didn't want to stop now.

Puck and Finn had arrived shortly after seven.

"I'm not sure what Quinn has planned or who she invited but she said something about Tina and Rachel landing an audition somewhere."

Finn nodded. He hadn't stopped thinking of Rachel since he watched her leave in the cab. He didn't know much about her, but that just made him want to all the more desperately. The night before, she didn't say much about herself. As they danced, she didn't really talk, only made comments to him, mainly causing him to talk about himself instead of her. Another reason why he had instantly been interested, she never bragged about herself. In fact, other than knowing from Quinn and Puck that she was obviously into acting, he knew nothing. That and she didn't have a boyfriend. Which he wouldn't admit, but he was relieved to hear when Puck looked up from his phone the night before to tell him that.

They walked into the living room where Quinn and Tina were sitting on the couch.

"I like your house." Finn said politely, looking down at Quinn. He didn't exactly feel uncomfortable, but he wasn't completely comfortable either.

Quinn smiled as if she knew what he was thinking. "She's in her room. You'll probably hear her anytime now, but if she doesn't come out soon…you should go get her." She said as she raised an eyebrow.

Finn looked at her confused and rolled his eyes as Quinn began to talk about something else. He wasn't in a rush and he wasn't going to bother her. He began to wonder if she even knew they were coming over, but decided to keep his mouth closed as he looked around once more. The décor in the house was stunning. "Quinn, why don't you come over and decorate our place?" he then said as Quinn began to laugh.

"I'll show you around." Quinn then said, standing.

'Call it a curse, or just call me blessed.

If you can't handle my worst, you ain't gettin' my best.

Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt.

Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt.

Take me or leave me.

I'll never be perfect, believe me, I'm worth it.

So take me or leave me.'

Finn stopped, turning his head towards the closed door.

Quinn smiled. "I told you you'd hear her soon." She said quietly.

Finn had the sudden urge to open the door, to disrupt her. Wanting to see her so badly knowing she was just a few feet away from him had made this urge worse. But he was polite, he was a gentleman, and she was probably busy.

Rachel looked at her Spring Awakening poster, deciding where to put it on her wall. When she found the perfect spot, she looked around for tape, finding none. Taking out one of her earbuds, she walked out of her room and down the hall. "Hey, do any of you have…." She began to call out, stopping at the sight of Puck, and Finn standing in the living room. "…tape…." She finished quietly, looking over at Quinn and Tina.

Finn turned when he heard her voice. She was even shorter than he remembered from the day before now that she was standing there barefoot, looking at them all.

She held out her hands upright as she looked at Quinn. She looked uneasy.

"In the desk drawer." Quinn said simply.

Rachel nodded, turning away from the group. "Thank you." She called out.

Quinn looked up at Finn. "I'm sorry."

Finn smiled. "For what?"

"Rachel." She said matter of factly.

"What about her?" Finn asked. He was actually confused at this point. Wait, did Puck tell her about the conversation they had had the night before? Of course he did. He shook his head lightly, regretting telling Puck. It was obvious what Quinn was trying to do at this point and Finn didn't want to be a 'project' to her.

"She's very goal oriented." Quinn then explained.

Tina nodded in agreement. "It's strange. She's not shy when it comes to performing, but she's shy when it comes to everything else. Can't you tell?"

Finn looked down at the two. Why were they giving him a pep talk on a girl he had just met the day before? "Performing?" he then asked.

Tina nodded. "Oh yeah. Wait, you didn't know?"

Finn shrugged, acting as nonchalant as possible. He didn't mind hearing things about her, but in a way, he wished she was the one telling him all of this and not her friends. "Excuse me." He said, turning to walk down the hall.

000

Rachel had closed her doors once more, resting her head on the back of it. She closed her eyes and looked up. Why the hell couldn't anyone tell her they were here? She felt rude, and she felt nervous. She had been working in her room all day, and she didn't think she was anywhere near presentable looking. Her heart was beating quickly as she opened the closet door, trying to look for something else to wear. She was also thinking of what to say to them. Should she apologize, not realizing company was over or should she just ignore it? They weren't exactly her company anyway, but she did live there, and she was polite. She sighed, crossing her arms. Most of her clothing was scattered about, thrown into the closet every which way for now and though internally it was driving her crazy knowing it was so unorganized she knew for now there was nothing she could do about it.

Just then she heard a knock.

A/N: Just a little note on the song choice. 'Marilyn Monroe' by Nicki Minaj. No, I'm not going to make Rachel a Marilyn Monroe type character or anything like that. There is actually no rhyme or reason to it, I just personally really really like that song right now and it was playing while I was typing it out and I didn't really want to search around for a 'perfect song' per se, ie, picking out a song from Broadway or a song she's sung on Glee because well, I wanted her to just be real. (Remember, Glee hasn't happened, etc.)