Falling From Cloud Nine Chapter Five
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or anything else you might recognize.
I've been re-reading the chapters online, and I realized that my line-thingies won't work…I'll just put an (O.O) where the line splits up! Sorry if this caused some confusion.
(O.o) BUNNY!
Kurt found Rachel the next morning, sprawled on her bed, sound asleep. He considered waking her up, then left it at that because Rachel needed her sleep.
Kurt silently walked to the kitchen, where he sat down with a freshly poured cup of coffee. He groaned and tried to shake off some of the fatigue that was settling on him.
His phone suddenly lit up, indicating he had one new text message from a blocked number. He unlocked his iPhone and checked, it was from someone who has the initials of H.C.
He read the text message more closely this time:
*You can't catch me, I'm the steroid man. H.C.*
'What the hell?' was what Kurt thought.
(O.o)
Rachel stretched deeply and yawned. She looked down to what she was wearing, only to discover she was wearing last night's clothes. She headed to the shower to take a long, nice shower before getting ready for the day.
Rachel let the hot water soothe her tired muscles as she closed her eyes, lost in thought.
Finn. Quinn. Gahhhh. Rachel took a few deep breaths, nearly choking on water in the process. She turned off the shower and exited the bathroom, feeling a little more calmer/relaxed than she did 10 minutes ago.
(O.o)
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Kurt was still staring at the text.
He got up to put his coffee cup away, and was rinsing it out, when his phone rang again.
*I'm the steroid man.*
Kurt looked down repulsively at his phone and texted back, "Yes, I get that you're the steroid man. Who are you?" He never got an answer back.
(O.o)
When Kurt was typing the message out on his phone, Rachel entered the kitchen, ready to start the day fresh.
"Okay, so last night I found out that Quinn Fabray, the slut who let Noah knock her up, is coming to work on the case with Finn. FINN." Rachel grumbled. Suddenly, she abandoned the coffee mug and went to the closet in her room, rummaging for a certain thing.
The only thing Kurt heard was things being moved around.
Rachel came back, carrying a fold-up stool. She put it in the floor and opened the top cabinet, obviously searching for something. She reached on her tippy-toes before bringing out a bottle, and went to the kitchen table and emptied the whole damn thing in her coffee.
Kurt could smell it before he saw it.
"Is that vodka? Rachel, I thought you weren't going to drink anymore after what happened last time…"
"Screw it, I need this," was Rachel's only reply. Kurt rolled his eyes before looking at his phone again. The way he was staring at his phone caused a little idea to nudge her brain…
Rachel took her phone out and dialed a number. "Hey Puckersarusss! Long time no see-y, you should come up to New York sometime soon, Finny's here!" Rachel giggled. "Come on, we have to hook up too. Bye bye!" Rachel slurred.
Kurt rolled his eyes again. It was a miracle how Rachel couldn't even hold her alcohol, and could get drunk with one little shot.
(O.o)
Kurt held his nose as he held Rachel's hair as she vomited into the toilet. It was 2:00 in the afternoon, and she was already drunk with a hangover. Goodness knows she's going to want to drink again.
Kurt had the decency to not look disgusted as Rachel wiped her mouth with toilet paper.
Rachel leaned on the toilet, exhausted.
"Is this what my life's going to look like? Am I going to become a sad drunk? I don't want to be a sad drunk!" Rachel wailed.
"You won't be a sad drunk, don't worry. You'll just be a drunk!"
Kurt's perspective on things did NOT help Rachel's mood.
Rachel's phone lit up, indicating she had a text message.
Kurt grabbed the phone before Rachel could notice, and opened the text message.
*Jeez, Berrypants. Kurt better be taking care of you.*
Kurt deleted the text and put the phone away. He focused his attention to Rachel, who looked so pathetic, laying there on the bathroom floor.
"What do you say to 'Funny Girl' and popcorn?" he suggested in an attempt to make Rachel feel better. Rachel cheered up slightly, and agreed. "You're going to have to carry me," Rachel warned. "And if I throw up on your clothes, promise me you will not get mad."
Kurt groaned. Well, that would just make his evening dandy if Rachel threw up.
(O.o)
Rachel woke up the next morning, surrounded by pillows and blankets and with a pounding headache. She shoved the blankets covering her to the floor, and was startled when the blankets moaned. "That hurttt. Blaine, stop hogging the couch,"
Rachel giggled, then regretted it. Her throat felt like there was cotton in there, and believe me that was not a good feeling. Rachel padded barefoot to the kitchen, looking for the bread so she could make toast. She could probably keep that down. "Kurt, do you want something to eat?" she called.
"Why is Rachel in your house?" Kurt, obviously still half-asleep, came into the kitchen looking like a zombie.
"Because I live here?"
"Oh, that's right."
Kurt, now mostly awake, struggled to keep his eyes open as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Coffee?"
Rachel nodded and started brewing coffee.
After breakfast, the two sat down at the kitchen table to figure out what had happened two days ago.
"Okay, do you remember locking the door after you left for your date?" Rachel questioned.
"Yeah, I think so. Blaine probably saw me do it. I dunno, we were making out." Kurt shrugged his shoulders.
Rachel did the bitch glare on him. "Kurt."
"Yes Rachel, I locked the damn door. Now leave me alone."
"Well, someone's in a mood…" Rachel trailed away and got up to take care of her coffee cup.
Rachel leaned against the counter as Kurt sat at the table, head in his arms.
Kurt looked up at Rachel to ask her a question just as Rachel was in the middle of her deep thought session. He started to get nervous, because whenever Rachel had that look on her Face it usually meant that she was about to do something no one in their right mind would do.
Last time Rachel got that look, Kurt remembered fondly, she went to a bar and got so drunk she thought Blaine was her ex-boyfriend and kissed him. He spent all night trying to get Rachel's cooties off.
"Rachel?" Kurt called out, attempting to snap her out of her train of thoughts.
Rachel looked at him, a grin spreading across her face. Kurt started shaking his head.
"No. No, no. I am not going along with whatever plan you have in mind. No. Consider me out," Kurt left the kitchen.
Rachel darted out and grabbed her phone. She leaned on the stool, rapidly texting Finn.
*Hi. It's Rachel, can you please call me? I have a favor to ask.*
Rachel locked her phone, feeling confident.
(O.o)
Finn felt his phone vibrate. He took it out to see one new text form a certain Miss Rachel Berry. He checked the message, and then put his phone back in his pocket intending to call her later after he met Quinn.
Just then a blonde came up to him and stuck her hand out, waiting for him to shake it.
"Hi! I'm Quinn Fabray!"
Finn's mouth fell open.
(O.o)
Hey guys im so sorry. Ive been dealing with so much stuff, but inspiration for this story has been lost, I guess. I'm sorry :/ I will try to keep u[dating, but would you want fto read forced writing? Orshort bursts of inspiration? Im thinking about starting a drabble series….Would be much easier for me!
Thanks for sticking with me even though I suck.