Disclaimer: I do not own Glee/Characters.
"Please, tell me you're going to change, Rachel. You're not going to go to a bar in that." Kurt was horrified as Rachel open the door.
"Hello, Kurt." Rachel stepped aside to let him come in, rolling her eyes.
Kurt looked at her up and down. He didn't understand. She had two gay dads who dress themselves right, her house decoration was fabulous. He faced about Rachel. "Have your dads ever pronounced on your wardrobe?"
"What? No! They always speak highly of my wardrobe! If you're supposed to insult me and my dads, you can take it back and…"
Kurt cut her off. "That's not what I meant." He grabbed her by the arm, dragging her into her room. "Before go to a bar, you need to make-over." He began hunting through her closet without permission, ignoring her protest.
Rachel groaned. "You know, you said 'make-over' the last time, it resulted in a disaster. Did you know what Finn said? Sad clown hooker! Oh my God. I was so embarrassed! It's nothing to laugh about, Kurt!" She slapped his arm.
Kurt wiped tears from his eyes with his thumb. "Oh, I remember that. It was a wonderful memory. You're permitted to put it into your autobiography as my legendary anecdote."
Rachel crossed her arms tapping her foot impatiently as Kurt continued to forage for a dress he could call within an allowance.
After an effort in vain, nothing passed his test in her closet. He gave a deep long sigh. "Seriously, we need to go shopping." Then he stood up and started looking around for a scissors. "Aha! Now, give me a gaudy color T-shirt. It's okay whether it's worn or not."
Rachel didn't know why he wanted a T-shirt, but she opened her drawer and pull out a pink T-shirt for sleep. "Here."
As soon as she handed it to him, Kurt ventured to cut it with scissors.
Rachel dropped her mouth open, try to stop him from damaging her T-shirt. "Kurt! What are you doing? It's one of my favorite T-shirts!"
"Relax. I'm going to get you T-shirts as many as you want. Don't bother me, and you can thank me later." Kurt continued cutting and twisting her T-shirt. A few minutes later, her lame T-shirt was transformed into a form-fitting halter. He proudly put up his work in front of her face. "Voila!"
"Wow! You're genius!" Rachel clapped her hands and took his work from him, forgetting her anger completely.
Kurt thrust her jeans, black jacket and a pair of ballet shoes into her hand and shoved her into the bathroom. "Go change into them. Don't forget to curl your hair." He took a breath relieved, pondering how to get her buy some decent dresses on their shopping excursion, or how about making over all her clothes?
At 8:54, Rachel entered a local bar, wrapping her arm around Kurt's. The bar was already crowded. David and his bandmates were on the stage, setting their instruments and amplifiers.
"You must be Rachel." A bartender said as they approached to the counter. Rachel was so out of place, even though she tried to wear certain level of clothes. After they introduced themselves, the bartender named Bob handed each of them a yellow rubber band in order for no one serving them any booze.
Rachel took two glasses of ginger ale which Bob offered before she sat on a booth. She began to scan over the venue as Kurt spoke excited. "It's like we're making a preliminary life in NY, isn't it?"
"Speaking of which, have you done any advance research in colleges in NY?" Rachel asked, sipping her drink. Rachel and Kurt had been discussing their future after graduation earnestly since Sectionals.
"I heard that New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts has a summer program for high school seniors. The application deadline is in a month. I'm in the middle of prevailing on my dad to pay for it. You should apply, too."
"Yeah, I think about it." Actually, Rachel decided to join a summer program and already prepared for the application. Despite she got out of the lowest point, her heart was still vulnerable since she had to see him every day in school. She didn't want to bump into them out of school. She didn't want to hear anything about them. She needed to get out of Lima.
As Rachel was about to talk about NYADA summer program more, the band started to play.
"I may not in any position to say this since I usually don't listen to alternative rock, but they're really good, Rachel." Kurt jumped up and down, clapping his hands. "And he's looking good over there. His voice's good, too. You should do duet with him someday." Kurt nudged her in the arm with his elbow, winking.
"Kurt, stop!" Rachel hissed as David made their way toward them, his bandmates in tow.
"Hey, Rachel." David held her hand up before joined Rachel and Kurt at the table. "This is Morgan, Bob, Neil. Morgan, Bob, Neil, this is Rachel, and…"
"Kurt. Nice to meet you all." Rachel and Kurt shook hands all around except for Bob. "And nice to see you again, Bob." She turned to David, giving him a big smile. "Thank you for allowing us to be her."
"Uh, how do you think it was?" Morgan tried to make a conversation before the generation gap would provoke an awkward silence. "You two are in a show choir or something, right?"
Rachel and Kurt nodded. "Yeah, glee club actually. And we really enjoyed. We've just talk about it." Rachel said complimentarily. "But we both didn't know most of the songs. Were there any original songs?" Rachel threw a simple question.
"We do play only covers." David replied before Morgan added.
"Right now."
"Oh, so will you play them some other time?" Kurt asked innocently since Rachel told him that David used to write his own songs.
"I don't know. They're not good." David said sipping his beer as Morgan gave him a meaningful look. Nobody in the band except for Morgan knew why David had wanted to avoid a conversation involved his own songs.
"I don't think so." Morgan declared, earning a warning glare from David.
David and Morgan had been best friends since they were kids. They had witnessed and shared every moment of each other's life. Morgan knew that the guilt David held stopped him from writing. But he also knew that David was a good songwriter. He had been waiting for David to start writing again for a long time.
Morgan shrugged. "It's true."
Rachel and Kurt looked at each other. They thought that it was their cue to leave.
"Well, it's late for a teenage. We have to leave." Kurt excused, smelling something.
"Yeah, we had a good time." Rachel added quickly. "Thank you, again." She turned to David. "My song is almost done. I think I can show you at the next tutoring ses."
"I'm looking forward to it. Thanks for coming." David forced himself to smile.
Rachel and Kurt shook hands all around again before Kurt dragged her out of the bar.
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