Where Dreams Take You

Chapter 3

Rachel POV

Rachel heard her alarm beeping beside her as she reached out and slapped her hand on the button, silencing the noise echoing throughout the house. She groaned loudly as she held her head, the throbbing reaching her eardrums. "Oh…" she tried to open her mouth but it felt like she had a mouthful of cotton candy. "Gross." She moved her feet to the side of the bed and pushed herself up off the mattress, slowly moving her legs toward the bathroom. Her fingers reached for the knob and she pushed the door open, immediately putting her hands to her face to block out the sunlight. She shuffled her feet to the sink and looked up at the mirror. Her makeup was smeared down her face and her hair was halfway in a bun with the rest of her locks spiraling out in all directions. What the hell did she do last night?

She quickly brushed her teeth, trying to ignore the urge to regurgitate at the taste of the toothpaste. She dropped her toothbrush in the sink and left the bedroom, walking through the house to the kitchen. She really needed coffee.

"Good morning sunshine, hope you don't feel as good as you look." She peered through the slits in her eyes until she focused on a face in the kitchen. Kurt was making something on the stove, his hair disheveled, his clothes looking like he slept in them. She dropped down at the chair in front of the table and groaned.

"What exactly did we do last night?" Her head dropped down to her hands and rested on her fists.

"You don't remember either?" Kurt asked as he sat down next to her, handing her a cup of coffee.

"No. I know we were meeting Quinn for drinks. But that was at six o'clock last night. I don't remember anything else." Rachel tried to remember meeting Quinn. She squeezed her eyes shut, remembering walking into the bar on Kurt's arm. But the rest was sketchy to say the least.

"We had shots." Kurt said quickly and Rachel held her mouth.

"That part is evident." She said, pushing the sickening feeling to vomit away.

Kurt's shoulders slumped. "Maybe someone gave us that date rape drug. That's why we can't remember."

Rachel glared at him. "And then they brought us home and tucked us into bed really sweetly?" She said sarcastically and Kurt rolled his eyes.

Rachel sat up suddenly. She remembered Quinn. Or someone she thought looked like Quinn, in blue. Or was it yellow. God why couldn't she remember? Then she remembered the drink. Everclear. Why would Quinn want them to have everclear? The three of them went out often, never having more than a few fruity drinks and then heading to a movie. For some reason they were drinking the heavy stuff last night. But why?

"Santana." She looked up at Kurt as he spoke. It was starting to make sense.

"Did someone call my name?" Kurt and Rachel both looked toward the voice, their mouths hanging open as Santana walked into the kitchen wearing nothing more than her bra and a pair of panties. She looked at them both and poured a cup of coffee, sitting down beside them. "Don't you two look like a picture of beauty this morning?"

Kurt reached out and poked her shoulder, bringing his hand back quickly once he touched her. "I'm not imagining you." He said softly.

"Wow, a few shots and you two lose it. So disappointed in you gayberry." She looked between them both. "Wait, do you guys even remember last night?" They both shook their heads silently and she started laughing. "Oh God this is too much." She was holding her sides laughing.

"What happened? I thought you were in California with Mercedes." Rachel asked. The Latina had moved to California after the attack on Finn, meeting up with Mercedes who was finally getting her big break at a solo career.

"I got back last night. Remember, I met you both at the bar when I showed up with Quinn to surprise you." Rachel tried to remember anyone with Quinn but everything was such a fog to her.

"I remember Quinn being there. She was in…yellow?" Rachel tried to remember.

"Try green. I really can't believe you two can't hold your liquor this badly. I'm guessing you don't remember singing on the pool table either?"

Rachel's mouth dropped. "I did what?"

Santana burst into fits of laughter and then spoke up seriously. "I was talking about him."

Kurt's mouth dropped. "I did no such thing." He looked at her indignantly. "Did I?" Santana started laughing again and then stood up to open the fridge, bending over and humming. "Can you put on clothes?" Kurt said loudly and Santana looked back at him as she reached for the bread.

"You sure weren't complaining last night when the three of us were in bed." She stood up and put the bread on the counter, the smile growing on her face. "I had no idea you could take us both. Gays have all the fun."

Kurt's face paled and Rachel choked on her coffee. "What?" She said almost in a choked whisper. She wouldn't. She didn't.

"Yeah, you two were all over it last night. Talking about missing your men and sex." She said the final word slowly as she walked toward the both of them, running her hand over each of their shoulders. "It was hot."

"Stop screwing with them." Rachel looked up quickly to see Quinn walk into the kitchen in her robe.

"Oh come on Q, you always ruin my fun." She walked back to the counter and pushed her bread into the toaster. "They were eating up everything I said. Kurt looks like he's going to vomit." Kurt stood up from the table and stomped toward the hallway. "Oh come on Kurt, you might have liked it." She laughed again and sat back down at the table. "Just messing with you both, but that could have been hot as hell. Always did want to get my hands on you but that oaf of a husband of yours wouldn't even consider it."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "You couldn't handle me San."

Santana's eyebrow raised and she groaned annoyed. "That lurch has all the fun."

Quinn sat down next to Rachel, "How's your head? You guys really drank a lot last night." She looked up disapprovingly at Santana. "Someone gave too much alcohol to the kids."

Santana laughed. "I had no idea they were both still such light weights."

"What are you doing in town anyway? Are you here for a while?" Rachel had missed Santana. They talked on the phone at least once a month and would keep up to date through random tweets or Facebook messages but she hadn't seen her in almost two years.

"I'm back for a bit. Not sure how long. Working a job." Santana twirled around. "Swimsuit spread. I look good right?"

Rachel shook her head and laughed lightly. "When do you not?" Santana had become a model while living in Las Angeles. It wasn't something that surprised her, Santana had always had the most beautiful body when they were in high school and she only improved with age.

"Figured I'd drop in and see my favorite peeps while I'm here. Looks like the boys are all away, didn't care to see them anyway." She said with a smile and a shrug.

"Boys were never your favorite thing right?" Quinn said with a wink. Everyone always knew that Santana liked both guys and girls, but as she got older she dated mostly women.

"Boys will always be boys. Who wants a boy when you can have a woman?" Santana sat back down at the table with her toast and coffee.

"I've missed you." Rachel said honestly.

"Yeah I missed you too, Berry."

Kurt came back into the room looking showered and more refreshed and with a lot more color in his face. "There's my favorite person." Santana cooed as Kurt said down next to her.

They spent the next hour catching up, putting the pieces together of their night together at the bar and laughing as they would suddenly remember small details and laugh at each other until they had tears streaming down their cheeks. It was nice to have them all in one room. Rachel missed this. She missed feeling like family. She remembered before the boys left for tour that they would all sit in the kitchen and talk about high school or their adventures in New York, laughing into the morning light sometimes. She missed Finn. She missed her boys.

"We need a road trip." Santana announced.

Rachel looked up and laughed. "I have "Rent" sometimes 7 nights a week. I can't do it."

"You have an understudy right? Someone who is obviously not as good as you but knows all the lines." Santana said with a shrug.

"Well yeah, but I never use her."

Kurt looked at Santana and shook his head. "Trust me, even when she's dying in bed, she goes to that show. Her understudy has more time off than anyone in the history of Broadway."

"That's ridiculous Berry. You're worse than you were in high school. Give someone a break."

Rachel stood up and took her coffee cup to the sink. "I never miss a show."

Santana groaned. "Don't you miss your husband? His big arms and those shoulders. Don't you remember what it's like to get laid?"

Rachel spun around and stared at her. "That's not going to work. I just saw him a month ago. It's not been that long." She turned back around and closed her eyes, imagining Finn's arms around her.

She heard a voice in her ear as Santana came up behind her. "Not even if you get to sit on his…"

Rachel turned quickly. "Stop that." She said as she felt her cheeks burn. "I mean…yes, I miss Finn and his…..arms. But…"

Kurt bit his lip. "I do miss Blaine."

Rachel stared at him. "Kurt, I can't just leave the show."

"Why not Rachel? You haven't missed a show since you started, don't you think you need a break." Quinn was staring at her hopefully and she knew that she was missing Puck as well.

"You can't just leave work either Kurt. And you…don't you have a class to teach?" Rachel stared at Quinn who had started teaching kindergarten last year.

"I have a substitute teacher, she's very sweet. The kids love her. And Kurt can step away from the show for a week." Quinn stood up and walked over to her and Santana. "It would be kinda fun, the four of us on the road, being groupies for a week. Don't you think?"

Rachel sighed heavily. She did miss Finn. And she hadn't seen the boys play in a long time. But she didn't want to miss the show. She'd never missed a single appearance. She was dedicated to her role. She worked hard. She…..she deserved a break. Her smile grew slowly as she looked around the room. "I get to pick the music for the trip." She said with a smirk and Kurt jumped out of his chair clapping.

"Now you're talking." Santana sauntered toward the living room. "Trust me, if you guys think you can't remember last night, wait til you spend a week with ole 'Tana."

The three of them looked at each other nervously. "Road trip, here we come." Rachel said with an excited grin.