Well, i thougth this would be easier, honestly, but this transistion chapters never go easy for me :(. Chapters 2 are always a bitch! lol idk why.
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This fic is giving me troubles! or maybe i'm reading way to much drabbles and i'm adopting that writing style and now i can't get anything right, i'm sorry!
i really hope you enjoy it though :/ and remember i don't speak english so yeah ;) grammar correction would be apreciated :B
"Those who are heartless, once cared too much." Frank Ocean
That's his favourite quote.
"You know what word I'd use to describe you?" The blonde girl asks, while staring him as he eats his breakfast.
Without rising his gaze, he answers "No."
"Numb." And they keep eating, like nothing happened.
He doesn't think about it that much. It doesn't sound like a bad word to him: "Numb".
He wakes up in a cold sweat and sobs that night, like when something iskeeping you from breathing. He fights against the darkness until he finally finds the switch to turn up the lights and make the ghosts go away.
It didn't sound like a bad word to him before, but now, so many years later, only the distant thought of it, the fucking dream of the moment she said it makes him wanna puke.
Rachel appears in the front door, dressed up in in skinny jeans, a leather jacket and sunglasses and he hears a song in his head again.
("This song stuff needs to stop" he thinks every time. But it never does.)
"Take me to this restaurant." She says handing him a piece of paper with an address on it.
The last days had been weird around this girl. There's something about her that he just can't figure out. Everything she says is an order, he noticed, even when it's not. And, at the begging, that pissed him off... But, after a few days, he understood the game.
He doesn't know why, but she is doing something to him, she plays with him every time she has the chance. She's a teaser, he thinks sometimes, but he's not quite sure. He's not quite sure about anything concerning her, except for one thing: he'll not be intimidated by her. He had decided it a few days ago, when she went to the pool and started to swim topless.
She doesn't talk to him that much, and when she does it, its to give him an order o to make him feel uncomfortable. But it's fine by him, he'd had weird clients before, and he knows how to deal with them.
Or that's what he thought.
So he makes a polite gesture, takes the address, and opens the car door for her.
She walks slowly towards the car and, when she's very close, she whispers "Thank you, Finn." To what he freezes.
See? uncomfortable.
They both get in the car and leave. The trip is silent. She seems to be in her own world and he's on alert mode. He doesn't want to be catch under guard again.
"I'll be here when you come out." He says when they get to the fancy Italian restaurant.
"No, you're coming with me." She says in that Marine tone.
"I'll wait for you here, Mrs. Weston" He answers. That was a mistake
She walks close and, for the first time in all day, she makes strong eye contact "Don't call me that. Ever again. You call me Rachel or Miss Berry, are we clear?" He tries really hard not to feel intimidated, but boy, that woman is powerful
"It doesn't matter how I call you, I can't go in there with you." He replies seriously, he can't loose this time.
"I'm not waiting for anyone, I come here when I'm too lazy to cook and I'm not gonna have lunch alone."
"There's-"
"Sam used to have lunch with me."
"My name is Finn Hudson, Ma'am"
"He used to have lunch with me, and you're gonna do it too. It's an-"
"I only take orders from my boss, Miss Berry, so enjoy your meal." That said, he turn his back at her and lays his left hand in the car door to open it.
And then he feels it. Her tiny hand against his, and not only her hand, her whole body is being slightly pushed against his. He feels her get on the tip of her toes to reach his ear. He freezes again.
"Mr. Hudson, you're gonna go in there with me."
And he does.
The minute he lays a foot on that restaurant, he regrets it. So fancy, filled up with fancy people, fancy ornaments and boring music. Fucking hell.
"May I take your order?" The ginger waitress say
"The same as always" She answers, eyes stuck on her phone without even bothering to look at the woman.
"Okay, and you, Mister?" The ginger says, turning to him.
"A bottle of water and some ice, please." He answers, politely.
"Bring him the same as me. Thank you." Rachel says, still eyes stuck on the phone.
"No, some water will be fine." He argues
Rachel rises her gaze now, and stares at the waitress with a sarcastic smile on her lips "Bring us the pasta. No wine. Thank you, dear." And there was nothing else to say.
Suddenly, it became clear why Mike and Sam had leaved the job. This woman makes you want to run the fuck away and never look back. Or at least you would say she does that to regular people, not to him, though: He feels different about her. He's, since day one, a little bit fascinated by her, by the easy way she can make him go blank. And it's not even in a sexual way, although the woman is not ugly and she's a Broadway star, his interest goes deeper than that. There's a secret in this woman's eyes, and he'd like to know what it is.
Then he remembers that quote about those who are heartless.
And he know he once cared too much, and he knows about what. But Rachel? She doesn't seem the kind of girl who care too much about anything at all.
The order arrives surprisingly fast, and he can't lie, it looks great and he's really hungry.
Something inside him wants to fit in, so he takes the fork and tries to eat slowly, like a gentleman would. Like Weston would.
"There's more of you than meets the eye." She says, staring at him.
(He hears "Brain Damage" by Pink Floyd, somewhere in his head)
"Maybe." He answers, avoiding her gaze like a champ.
"I know you play the drums. You've got the marks on your hands."
"I do?" He takes a sip of water, very calmly.
"And you tap your fingers when you think no one is watching. So unprofessional" She smiles to herself.
There's silence then and he hopes she'll stay quite now, that she'll stop all that status game because, honestly, the "I'm superior" air that she and her husband have was making him sick. He had faced the world, he thinks, and he had been in hell and back again. There's cruelty every were, there's war and hunger, there's death and pain.
But yeah, in the middle of everything, let us eat in a fancy Italian restaurant.
"And I know you've been in jail." He doesn't choke in his food, as you might think, because he was kinda waiting for that one.
"You've done your homework, I see."
"You're kinda hard to read."
"Look who's talking"
"And I like to know the people who work for me."
"So, you're gonna fire me?" He asks, never losing his coolness. She smiles.
"No." She answers, taking a sip of water. "You're too interesting."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Maybe."
They finish they meal in silence and then she asks for some dessert. "The same as always" She repeats, and the waitress comes back in no time with two slices of chocolate cake (That's totally not what he thought that a woman like Rachel would have for dessert.).
"Listen..." She starts, in a very serious tone. He stops eating and pays attention "Brody..." But she stops herself. This is the first time he hears doubt and insecurity in her voice.
"What?"
"He asked you to keep and eye one me, didn't he?" Suddenly he remembers all the talk he had with Satan and Sam, that mistery about the noises inside of the house. Rachel Berry had the same look in her eyes now "I know he did, he always does."
"Why do you ask?" And he eats a bit of cake, pretending he's not that interested in this conversation.
"I need to make a deal with you." She says and, instantly, the things go weird. She takes out of her purse nothing more and nothing less than a checkbook. "I'll pay you well for it." And she drops it on the table, in front of him.
"For what?"
"Your services."
"I'm already getting paid, Ma'am"
"No, listen. I need you on my side." She says "And I'm willing to pay for it. Brody can't know everything that goes on with me, and you can't tell him anything that I say to you." She sounds scared now. He's not liking this.
"I'm sorry, but I don't understand."
She takes a deep breath and goes back to her regular self faster than you'd imagine "I need your silence." She snaps. "He has hired people to spy on me before, and shit just gets worse."
He feels the need to ask her what is it that gets worse, but he rememebers that he's just the bodyguard, and he's not aloud to ask, so, instead, he just says "You have my silence, then." And she smiles. A true smile this time, not ironic, not weird; just a pure and simple smile.
And they don't talk anymore.
Than night he has the same nightmare again, three times in a row.
God, how he hates that damn word.
He and Puck arrive at the Weston's house at the same time as always, and, an hour later he sees the man leaving the house to go to work, as usual.
"Take me to this address." He hears the voice coming from behind.
He turns back to were the voice came from and he sees her... And he sees it. And he doesn't know what to say.
Rachel's standing there, holding a piece of paper with an address on it in his hand, and with a giant bruise on her right cheek.
"Is everything okay, Miss Berry?" He asks, trying hard to hide his concern.
She, that was staring at the floor before, rises her dead eyes to meet his gaze. Something about her this morning is just not right, he can feel it in his bones.
"Oh." She says in a very ironic tone "Haven't you been told?"
"About what?" He answers quickly.
"I am very clumsy, Finn." She continues, now with some kind of smile on her face; the most frightening smile he had ever seen "I trip and fall on my face a lot." And with that said, she puts her sunglasses on and walks towards the car, leaving him there with a strange feeling on his chest.
He knows then that he shouldn't have asked.
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