Chapter 9:
Confessions.
Here she is: last show of the tour.
New York City.
Madison Square Garden;
It has been a great experience so far; she's learned a lot, she grew up as a person and as a singer.
Rachel is in her usual routine that consists in vocal warm-up and mental concentration. She is feeling butterflies in her stomach; she's not nervous just a little bit anxious, tonight is the last night, the last show of the tour.
Yes, she is a little tired. The Broadway star needs a break.
Just one more… this is the last night Rachel… and it is New York… you have to be amazing…
She hears a knock on the dressing room door.
"Is me… Claire!"
"Come in!" she allows her assistant into the room.
"The Vh1 people are outside, should I let them in?"
"Sure…"
Rachel got surprised with the invitation; she is not in this business that long.
She thought: Behind the music? Really?
But then she remembered that she has two Grammys and before that she was not exactly a nobody, far from it, she is a Broadway Star after all.
The whole Behind the Music interview was filmed in the Vh1 studio in New York. This will be part of the "Rachel - Live at Madison Square Garden". They wanted to show all the "back stage" stuff, all the preparation for the last show of the tour to put on the DVD.
"Hi Rachel! We'll be quick I promise…" The director informs her.
Rachel nods smiling.
"Okay…"
"Are you nervous? This is your first time in Madison square garden after all..."
"Yes it is; I'm little bit nervous…"
"Have you seen the audience?"
"No... But I know we'll have a packed house tonight… I'm very excited; I saw the madness outside when I arrived…"
Suddenly the room is filled with murmurs.
"Yeah, yeah… but we need to talk to her; and you can't stop us!" Santana shouts.
"Quinn!" Rachel screams.
"Sure… we're invisible" Santana whispers to Brittany.
The dancer smiles happily.
"Hello Quinn…"
The director says; his smile spreading across his face.
"Can you sit on Rachel's side?"
In showbiz two celebrities is always better than one.
"No… no way…" The actress shakes her head.
"Come on Quinn… with your beautiful face here maybe people won't notice my big nose…" Rachel pouts.
"Okay, okay… but it's not because of your nose, your nose is perfect…"
"No, it's not…"
"Yes it is…"
"Whatever…"
"Is it true that you can sing Quinn?"
"Yes she can!"
"They're going to think I'm big thing Rach…"
"You are… I mean you were a raw talent when you joined the glee club… but in senior year you were great!"
"I think Rachel Berry praised me… yay!"
"Yes I did… you guys can search in YouTube; Ken and Barbie…" She tries not to grin. "I mean, Quinn Fabray and Sam Evans, time of my life…"
"That was dirty trick!"
"Why? You were amazing…" Rachel smirks. "And don't worry; you have no idea how many embarrassing things these guys found out about my past…"
"Really?
"See that eyebrow thing?" Rachel turns to the camera. "She is being sarcastic… isn't it cute?"
"I think it's cute too…" Brittany says.
"Come on Brittany, join us!" Rachel calls hers.
"I'm going to sit in Quinn's lap Rachel 'cause you're very tiny…"
They laugh.
"Say hi to my fans Britt!"
"Hi guys!" Brittany waves to the camera.
"Santana! Come and sit on my lap!"
"You wish Berry!"
The three girls laugh.
"So… after tonight the tour is over… what now? Are you going back to Broadway?"
"I think I need a rest!" She sighs loudly. "but no… I'm not going back to Broadway yet; I'm working on my second album… and I don't know… I'll be a guest star in a certain show…" She looks at Quinn. "but I can't say anything about it now!"
"Okay guys! Rachel needs to get ready…" Claire announces.
"Rachel, thank you very much! it's been a huge pleasure and good luck!"
"Aw… you're welcome… I loved it too!"
The film crew and the director leave.
"Finally! So Berrylicious are you ready to rock Madison Square Garden?" Santana asks.
"Yes I am! But I need a group hug…"
The four girls hug each other. Brittany as always is the most excited.
"Hey! What about me?" Kurt shouts as he walks in the room. He joins the girls.
"Okay, okay enough… let's go! Berry has a concert now… the audience waits!"
Santana pushes everyone out of the room. Rachel giggles.
"Bye guys, see you after the show… hmm! Take care of my Dads for me!"
Rachel is enjoying her breakfast; and her freedom.
No Broadway rehearsals.
No musicals.
No music studio.
No tour.
She is still in New York. She has a lot of time before starting the second CD recording.
Her dads stayed to be one more days with her.
And now they are a problem.
"First of all…"
Leroy interrupts her "breakfast moment" and throws a magazine right in front of her.
"We let it go so far, because we need you to concentrate in your show, but now we want to know, do you have something to say about this?" He gestures to the magazine.
"Should I?"
"Who are you?"
"Dad… please don't be such a drama queen…"
"A drama queen? Rachel! You're almost naked!"
"This is a little extreme…"
"A little… Hiram, please help me here…"
Leroy bobs his head and faces his husband. Hiram raises a hand trying to calm the mood.
"Baby girl… don't you think this is a little too much?"
Rachel sighs.
"Daddy is just a magazine… I posed for other magazines before…"
"Not almost naked!" Leroy shouts.
"I'm not ashamed of my body Dad…"
"Not again…"
Leroy cries out and hides his face in his hand.
"I know what you're thinking… and the answer is no, besides, that would be a full nude scene … Look!" She points to her breasts. "I'm in a bra!"
"This is not funny young lady…"
"Dad, the pictures are very fashionable… and the photographer was very highly regarded, it's not erotica or something…"
"Rachel…" Leroy sighs. "you are an artist…"
"An artist with a great pair of legs." She cuts him. "Apparently…"
"What?"
"It's what people say…"
"Your voice is your talent, you don't have to sell your body… we don't raise you like this, we raised you to be a star; but with your voice!"
"No… you raised me to be a dork who got slushied everyday! But who could blame them I was an annoying spoiled diva!"
"So… is that what this is about?"
"No! Damn it! This is just a magazine!"
"Rachel Barbra Berry! Watch you tone! Don't talk to your dad like that!" Hiram raises his voice.
"Whatever… you guys are being unreasonable…" She stands up and is about to leave.
"Don't walk away from us!"
"Or what?"
"Okay… now I'm the one to ask, who are you?!"
"Well, I'm me daddy… and I'm a woman now, in case you haven't noticed! I'm twenty five!"
"What you're going to say next, that you're keeping something from us?" Leroy says sardonic.
"I'm sorry if I'm not that little girl who used to tell every single detail about my life to you guys…I'm sorry but I can deal with my own issues…"
"What are you keeping from us?" Leroy looks stunned.
"Nothing…"
"Rachel!"
The truth is that she is tired of hiding. Yes, she is a grown woman but she still doesn't like to keep secrets from her fathers.
"Shelby…"
But the other thing will have to wait.
"What about her?" Hiram asks.
"We kind of have a mother and daughter relationship now…"
"Now?"
"Well… not exactly now…"
Both of her dads sigh.
"So that's why you mentioned her in your winner speech… Why didn't you tell us?"
"I know how you would react…"
"So you lied…"
"I didn't! I just…"
"We're leaving… I can't deal with this right now…" Leroy storms out.
"Daddy…" Rachel turns to Hiram.
"Just give him time baby girl… you… well… you should have told us…"
"I was going to tell…"
"When?"
"I don't know…"
Hiram glares at her then he leaves as well.
After that they remained silent and only spoke when the time came and they needed to say goodbye.
The goodbye was cold. Not Berry family at all. Rachel was mad at them for being so unreasonable. Leroy was mad at her because she hid the Shelby thing.
It was awkward and now she is relieved that they are gone.
I must be a terrible daughter but I'm glad they left… yes… I'm a terrible daughter…
Kurt is really concerned. After Rachel's dads went home, the brunette decided to enjoy the nightlife in New York. At first he was happy that she would stay a few more days in the city.
But now he is not so sure.
Before long, Santana is calling him.
"Well… she is fine…"
"Yeah right…"
"I mean physically and mentally…"
He sighs.
"I'm concerned about her emotional…"
"What you mean?"
"You know last time she decided to impersonate Lindsay Lohan…"
"Yeah… It was pretty bad…"
"Not as bad as now…"
"Why?"
"That time Rachel knew why she was doing that, she broke up with Finn again and things got a little bit weird … but now I can see in her eyes she is lost…"
"But she was fine… just yesterday…"
"She was focused, you know her… she is a pro… and a little bit workaholic, I have to say."
Santana chuckles because that reminds her how Rachel used to be in glee rehearsals.
"Yes she is… what we're going to do?"
"She had a fight with her dads…"
"Wow…"
"I know… at first I loved the idea of her staying here, I really thought she would take the first plane as soon as possible… which reminds me, have you talked to Quinn yet?"
"No… but I have an idea… I'll do it soon; I thought Rachel would be here by now too… Quinn was complaining the other day… she said she called Rachel but she seemed distant…"
"I think she is running…"
"What you mean? Did she say something?"
"Not really… I think I'll have to talk to her too, like really talk… I hope the Lindsay moment doesn't take too long…"
"Okay… hugs and kisses to you too jenny…"
Sitting across from her Santana rolls her eyes.
"Are you done?"
"Yes…"
Quinn grimaces and tosses her phone on the table.
"How is Jenny?" Brittany asks ignoring her girlfriend.
"She is okay; she is going to Hawaii with her boyfriend, she said she want a time out now that all the filming stuff is over…"
"Excuse me… Quinn? can you please… just one picture?"
A very excited teenage girl waits hopefully in front of her.
"Of course..." Quinn says smiling at the girl. She knows that any sign of discomfort the restaurant's security will step in.
"Here, let me…" Brittany takes her phone. "I'll take it…"
"Thank you…"
Quinn stands up and put her arms around the girl's shoulder. Brittany takes the picture and then she hands the phone to the girl.
"Oh my God! Amazing! Thank you Quinn… I love you!"
"Aw… you're so sweet… you're welcome…"
The girl blushes a little.
"If is not too much, can I take a picture of you too Brittany?"
"You know me?" Brittany arches a brow.
"Well yeah… you're awesome in that Ke$ha's video clip years ago… You rock dancing! Why don't you do this anymore? You know, video clips?"
Brittany giggles.
"I'm a choreographer now… but I will think about it…"
"Well… you're amazing!"
"Thanks… and sure… you can take a picture… San?"
"Actually I wanted a picture with both of you… if you don't mind Santana?"
"You're not a stalker or something are you?"
"San!"
The teenager chuckles at that and Brittany taps her girlfriend arms.
"Okay…"
"I'll take it…" Quinn says.
"I love you guys, you're so cool…" The girl takes her phone. "Today is definitively my luck day… I mean… if only…"
"What?" Quinn asks smiling.
"Is Rachel here?" The girl's face lights up.
"No…" Quinn pouts.
"I see…" The girl gets a little disappointed.
"Are you Rachel's fan too?" Brittany smiles.
"I am… all of you… Rachel is the cutest, you are the awesome, and Quinn is the prettiest…"
"Yeah sure… you and Berry should meet each other…"
The teenager laughs.
"I would love that… and as I was saying you are the sexiest!"
"I like her…" Santana states.
"What your name kid?"
Quinn asks full of joy.
"Beth… I mean Elizabeth… but most of my friends and family call me Beth…"
Quinn frowns.
"That's a beautiful name…"
Santana tries to cover Quinn's weird behavior.
"Thanks… I'm going now; I don't wanna disturb you guys, I mean more than I already did…"
"Wait… uh…Beth…"
Quinn calls her.
"Just because you are a very sweet girl… do you have a twitter account?"
"Yes! I follow you!"
"Well… now I'll follow you and when Rachel returns we'll take a picture… I mean, the four of us and I'll send to you…"
"That will be great! Thanks!"
After she informes her twitter profile to Quinn the teenage girl leaves grinning from ear to ear.
"Aw… lucky girl, Quinn Fabray is now following her on twitter..."
"She reminds me of Rachel and her nick name is Beth… I think luck is an understatement…"
Brittany and Santana look at each other.
"Talking about Rachel…"
Santana fumbles her bag and when she finds what she wanted she throws it on the table.
"Have you seen it?"
Quinn gulped.
"No…"
"She said it would be a little spicy but I wasn't expecting this..."
"She is super hot… but baby… I just remembered; I have to go…"
"Now?" Quinn questions her.
"Yeah… I have this thing that I have to do…"
The dancer looks at Santana. Quinn narrows her eyes looking at both of them.
"What you mean?"
"Well I can't say anything… I want to-to sur-prise Santana… yeah that's it! But I can't tell anything I already said too much!"
"Wait…"
Both Santana and Brittany hold their breaths.
"Never mind… This is something that I probably don't want to know… right?"
"Yeah…"
Brittany kisses her girlfriend and then she kisses Quinn's cheek.
"Behave…"
"You should say that to your girlfriend…"
"Santana knows what happens to bad girls…"
"I pretty much know!"
"Lalalalala… I don't wanna hear that!"
"What? I meant that I would be mad at her… and probably would put her in the doghouse again…"
"Why everybody assumes that we're talking about naughty things baby?"
"I don't know baby… but I have to go know…"
"Okay baby…"
"I love you baby…"
"Love you too b…"
"If you say baby one more time I will hit you!" Quinn shouts.
"Why not? I love Britney's songs…" Brittany asks.
Santana laughs.
A few seconds after Brittany left Santana's phone rings.
"Did she look at the magazine?"
"Not yet…"
"Who is it? Don't tell me is Brittany? Cause if you guys start the baby thing I swear…"
"She is complaining…"
"One more seconds baby…" Santana smirks.
"I'll order more wine…"
"Yeah yeah… do that…"
"Nothing yet?"
"No…"
"I think you should say something already… don't torture the poor girl…"
"What's the fun in that?"
"San…"
"You should keep the magazine in your bag…" Quinn tried to look casual but failed miserably.
"hmm?"
"She said something about it?"
"Yes… I got to go…"
"Okay baby… don't be long I have a surprise for you…"
"I thought you were making that up…"
"I was… but now I have an idea…"
"And now I want to go home…"
"Bye baby…"
"B!"
Brittany hangs up the phone.
"Sorry, Brittany was making some questions… and for your best I won't say anything about it…"
"Thank you very much…"
"So… can we talk about the big elephant on the table?"
"What elephant?"
"You're not naturally blonde Quinn … you're not stupid…"
"You know that you just insulted your girlfriend… right?"
"My girlfriend is a genius thank you very much and you're hot for Berry!"
"I know B is… I was just sayi… wait what? What did you say?"
"Why can't you look at this?"
Santana opens the magazine.
"Yes I can…"
"No you can't… you're avoiding it since I put it on the table…"
"I don't know… I think it's weird; we're friends and… I think is inappropriate… she is…"
"She is hot, the pictures are very good she is my friend and I'm looking now… see?"
Santana flips through the magazine casually.
Damn Berry! Control yourself Sant…
"Okay, stop it!"
The Brunette tosses the magazine on the table.
"Q, we're friends you know you can tell me anything…"
"What do you mean? There is nothing to tell… I just think it's weird 'cause she is my friend that's all…"
"Fine! God! This is gonna be hard… listen to me, you're hot for Berry…"
"This…"
"Shut up and listen! You think she is hot and sexy, don't deny it okay?"
"Fine! You won! Yes I think she is sexy and hot! And yes maybe I have a little crush on her… There! Satisfied?"
A crush… haha… she is hilarious… but I think that's an improvement… I can work with that…
"You have a crush?"
"Maybe?" The blonde sighs. "I have a confession…"
"Do you?"
Santana smirks. But Quinn ignores it.
"This happened right after Rachel moved into my house… I was, well… she was in the shower and then she screamed and I was just checking… and…"
"And?"
"Well… she was naked and you know… Rachel's body is amazing…"
"Actually I do... I kind of see it a couple of times when I lived in New York…"
"You what?!"
"Keep going Fabray…"
Quinn frowns.
"I-I… she was naked and all I could think was that I wanted… you know…"
"You wanted what?"
"I wanted to have my way with her!"
"Mmm…"
"I know is messed up, we're friends…"
Santana crosses her arms and arches a brow.
"That was different…"
"Yeah? Why?"
"I don't know…"
"I can't see the difference…"
"First of all, I know this will never happen because I'm pretty sure Rachel is not interested… And… I don't know… if she gets drunk and I try to take advantage of her like you did to me…"
"Haha… Like you didn't want that…"
"I was drunk…"
"Yeah and six years later we are here and I don't think you were just experimenting after all…"
"Yes I was!"
"Okay… I'm in good mood… I'll let it go…"
"Anyway if something like that happen with me and Rachel, I know things will get weird between us… and I don't wanna lose her…"
"You won't…"
"What you mean?"
"Nothing, and don't worry, I won't tell her that you totally wanna have sex with her…"
"Santana!"
"By the way… you need to get laid…"
"What did Brittany tell you?"
"Actually, nothing… she didn't need to, I know you!"
They remain in silence for a moment. The waiter pours the wine. Quinn drinks a large portion.
"I keep fantasying about her…"
"Did you touch yourself while you do it?"
"What?! No!"
"What? I'm just saying cause… Fuck! a girl needs some relief! You can't be that long without sex… I couldn't!"
"How do you know I'm…"
"Okay, Brittany may had mentioned that you are sexless since Rachel moved to L.A…"
"I-I can't believe it!"
"Don't be mad at her… I can be very persuasive…"
"Yeah right…" Quinn huffs.
"Anyway… you want to fuck Berry, Fabray… big deal!"
"It's a big deal! She is my friend!"
"So was I…" Santana says while she examines her nails.
"Well… but I can't just have sex with her!" Quinn shouts.
"Why not?"
"Because…"
Because you love her… too soon Santana, calm down… one thing in time… she already confessed she is attracted to Rachel one wall is down… yay!
"I just told you!"
"Okay… calm down, let's drink and forget about that… you need to relax… you know what helps? Sex…"
"You're so funny…"
"I know… can I play a game with you?"
"What kind of game?"
Okay… this is a little risqué but… let's see…
"You said you are somehow attracted to Rachel…"
"Yes… so?"
"How long?"
"What do you mean?"
"Months? Years?"
Ages…haha…
"Years? Why…"
Oh you have no idea girl…
"Rachel has been always a friend…"
Santana narrows her eyes.
"Okay… not always a friend-friend… but why I'd see her as… you know…"
And its back! The old and good denial!
"Close your eyes."
"Why?"
"Just do it…"
Quinn closes her eyes.
"Forget about Rachel as a friend… what she has that turns you on?"
"What? I'm not gonna answer that!"
"Just do it! I'll make it easy, what's the sexiest thing in Rachel's body to you?"
Quinn closes her eyes.
What is the sexiest thing in Rachel's body… well… her lips… mmmhmm… and her legs… yes her legs! Oh yeah! Her legs! And ass! Rachel's ass! And Rachel's legs, and her lips! Oh my! Rachel's everything…
"You will answer or should a let you alone with your fantasy?"
Quinn nibbles her bottom lip.
"Everything…" She whispers.
"What did you say?"
"Everything! Yeah… pretty much Rachel's everything…"
"Okay… keep this thought… now remember I don't want you to think about her as friends…"
"Okay…"
"Are you thinking about her?"
"Yes…"
"Say a place…"
"What you mean?"
"You are with Rachel… where would you like to… you know…"
"Her bed…"
"Boring… but okay, is New York bed or…"
"What? No! Lima…"
Interesting…
"Like her old bedroom?"
"Mmmhmm…"
"What is she wearing?"
"Nothing…"
Santana grimaces.
"Nothing but knee socks…"
That's too easy… will I be able to sleep after this? Who knows? I can't believe I'm doing this…
"What are you wearing?"
"My cheerios uniform…"
wait what?
"Oh my God!"
"What? What's wrong?"
"Well, I think that's settled…"
"What?"
"Knee socks and cheerios' uniform? Really? You're hot for Berry since forever! And you were in denial about it pretty much the same damn time!"
"It can't be…"
"Please Q… no gaypanic, we already went through it… you're gay for Berry since high school you were just a repressed little bitch to admit it…"
"Please… I found it hard to admit it now…"
"Tell me about it! I'm glad you did though…"
"Yeah but now I don't know what I'm going to do…"
"I'll think about something…"
"I don't have a good feeling about it…"
Rachel was ready to return to Los Angeles as soon as the tour ended up, but she wanted to stay a few days with her dads too. So she did; and then they had the fight.
She got sad, but not because of the fight. She didn't quite know what it was. She should be happy right? After all, she got everything she ever dreamed of. She has a successful career. A tony! Two Grammys, Friends. What is missing then? After a day devoted to self pity she decided enough is enough. Yes, she has everything she ever dreamed of! She should be celebrating! Or planning her new goal; a golden globe perhaps?
Celebrating is good.
For now.
"For the love of God! Leave me alone!"
"After you let me talk to you…"
"I really don't wanna talk to you... you're ruining my night!"
"Rach…"
"Don't Rach me!"
"Is how it will be?"
"You have the nerve! Look…" Rachel gets impatient. "I should have been mad at you when you showed up on my birthday party but you know what? I was happy and in a very good mood… now? Just go away Brody before I get really mad…"
Brody nods but he is upset.
"You can't run away forever…"
He leaves.
"Wow! He must have done something very serious… I've never seen you speaking like that…"
Rachel turns around to face the woman whom the voice belongs. When the singer sees her she smirks. The woman rakes Rachel's body with her eyes stopping on the brunette's crossed legs.
"You don't know me that well…"
The blonde Woman approaches the singer and holding her waist she whispers in Rachel's ear.
"I think I know you enough…"
Rachel bites her lips.
"May I sit here?"
"Sure…"
"A dry martini please…" The woman turns to the bar tender.
"I want that too…"
"So… what are you doing here? Alone?"
"I'm not alone… I'm waiting my two silly friends that apparently got stuck in the bathroom…"
The woman arches a brow.
"Not like that… they're straight…"
"Straight like you?"
"Touché…"
The woman takes the martini and drinks it.
"Huh… don't be such a cocky Veronica! and wipe that smirk from your face."
"Mmmumm… not happening… I'm Rachel Berry's first… I can't help it… and please… call me Ronnie…"
"Finn was my first…"
"You got my point…"
"Funny, as I recall you wasn't thrilled to meet Rachel Berry that day…"
"I know! Stupid me…" Veronica says jokingly.
"I can't blame you… I mean, Look at her!" Rachel is a little tipsy.
"I much prefer you…"
Rachel bursts out laughing.
"Fine… I confess I was a little into her…"
"A little?" Rachel teases.
"Well… see it this way, soon as I laid my eyes on you I felt so threatened that I put the bitch mode on; and then you sang…"
"Yeah…"
"I thought: damn it! How am I going to compete with her? The truth is that you didn't become a star… you, Rachel Berry, have always been a star…"
"Cheers to that!"
"Cheers!"
They drink.
"I see you still have you way with the ladies…"
"Is it working with you?"
"Maybe?"
"Two more please." Veronica turns to the bar tender.
"Hmm… no! I want vodka with coke!" Rachel says after emptying her glass in one gulp.
"Sure you want…"
"So… how is everything? I mean, you career…"
"You really are interested in my career?"
"This is outrageous! Can't I be interested?" Rachel pretends to be outraged.
"You want to know about my career… my career as a lawyer?"
"Not really…"
"That was what I thought… I won't ask about your career, cause I pretty much know everything, the question is… do you still fuck your lawyer?"
"Once upon a time my lawyer used to be a hot and sexy blonde… but now… my lawyer is just a boring middle age man…"
"Is that a no?"
"Yes… Furthermore, it would be a little unethical…"
Veronica puts her hand on Rachel's leg.
"Then it's a good thing I'm not your lawyer anymore…"
"You weren't my lawyer then…"
"Alright, I was just a trainee…"
"So… who is this?"
Rachel's friends are back and they are a little drunk.
"Veronica, these are my silly friends, guys this is Veronica… she is an old friend…"
"Pleasure… so, can we go?"
The taller one, a gorgeous black woman whose name is Antoinette says gruffly.
"Actually… you guys go… I'm staying…"
"Are you sure?" The other girl a brunette whose name is Alice questions Rachel with a pout in her lips.
"Of course she is… bitch! We'll see you… kiss…"
The two drunk girls kiss Rachel quickly on the lips and leave.
"I know what you're thinking… but they are nice… Antoinette can be a little bitch sometimes, she is a model, and Alice is very sweet she is a singer... Broadway singer, I can introduce you guys!"
"I think you just did it…"
"Since you kind of have a thing for Broadway stars…" Rachel ignores the blonde.
"Yes I do…"
"You're so charming…"
"And you're so drunk…"
"I'm going to kiss you…"
"Not if I kiss you first…"
Veronica leans to capture Rachel's lips. They kiss each other greedily.
They break apart.
"My place?" Veronica asks.
"Sure…" Rachel nods.
She wakes up with her head throbbing and a little bit dizzy. Is she in her underwear?
She sits up slowly.
Oh… my head…
"Morning!" The blonde woman walks in the bedroom.
"Hi…"
"Here… I think you need this…"
Veronica gives her two pills and a glass of water.
"Thanks…"
"You're welcome… take a shower, I'll make coffee…"
"Okay…"
"You can take my clothes if you want… I know you are very tiny but…"
"I think I'm safe with a shirt and jeans…"
"Maybe… don't worry about your dress… I'll send to the laundry and they'll deliver…"
"You don't have to, I have people to do it…"
"I insist… I kind of… I spilled my drink on it…"
"Oh… well then… I'll take a shower…"
"Okay…"
After showering, she searched for something to wear and decided on a polo shirt and a Yale hoodie.
Rachel put on the jeans and then the shirt. When she tried the Yale hoodie she sighed.
Something seemed wrong.
She took off the hoddie.
It's no that cold anyway…
You should try… you always wanted to wear one of these…
Not true…
Yes, it's not true… you always wanted to wear one of hers…
Can you stop?
Me? You're the one who is thinking about Quinn Fabray when you have this gorgeous blonde making coffee to you…
"I'm crazy…"
Rachel goes toward the living room. She takes a sit, tilts her head back and rests it on the couch.
Veronica approaches her with two cups of coffee.
"Here…"
"Thanks…"
Rachel drinks the coffee.
"Head?"
"Better…" Rachel answers lazily.
"Good…" Veronica replies.
"Why don't you have a hangover?"
"I'm immune to alcohol…"
Rachel rolls her eyes and regrets because now she is a little dizzy.
"Kidding… I didn't drink as much as you did… And yeah I'm stronger than you when it comes to alcohol…"
"Apparently…"
Veronica kisses her.
"Hungry?"
"Not really… I'm a little queasy…"
"Okay…"
Rachel sighs.
"I think I better go…"
Veronica smirks.
"Seems that nothing has changed…"
Rachel puts the cup on the coffee table.
"Did we… I don't remember much from last night… we…"
"You wanna know if we had sexual intercourse?"
Rachel giggles.
"I was having a little, a very little gaypanic… so I was being my old teenage self…but did we?"
Flashback:
"Oh my God! Did I have sexual intercourse with a woman? Oh my Barbra!"
"Rach… is okay…"
"No it's not! Ronnie… we just… I never… well… I think I-I… I should know…"
Now:
"No… we didn't fuck, I'd have loved to…But you kind of fell asleep… we got here, we drank a little more I spilled drink on you and then we went to my bed, but you just passed out…"
"Sorry…"
"Don't be… it was an interesting night…"
"Oh my God!"
"What?"
"Did we make out in that bar last night?"
"A little?"
"Oh my God!"
"What's the matter?"
"I'm not out!"
"Oh…"
"Is not what you're thinking… I haven't told my dads…"
"Why not?"
"I don't know… I never really dated a girl… so…"
"It's just for fun…"
"It's not like that… I know it seems… it's because of my dads I want to preserve them… I don't think it's wrong or I'm not against the marriage or nothing like that…" she rambles.
"Rachel…"
"I would never be…"
"Rachel, it's okay… I'm not judging you…"
"Oh… okay…"
Veronica cups her cheeks and kisses her tenderly.
"Now, about the date thing… I thought you and Quinn were girlfriends…" She teases.
"We disappointed you… hmm?"
"Not really…"
She kisses Rachel again though more passionately this time.
"I wasn't surprise; Quinn is good with lies… and she is a manipulative bitch…"
"What do you mean?"
"She convinced you… a straight girl, who was still in a relationship with her high school sweetheart…"
"I wasn't with Finn… and about being straight... well…"
"I didn't know you weren't… don't get me wrong, she is a friend but I know she is a heartless bitch sometimes…"
The blonde tries to kiss her but Rachel stops her.
"I gotta go…"
"But… alright… can I see you again?"
"Maybe?"
"Rach… I'm single… you're single… right?"
"Yes… we will see… bye Ronnie…"
Back to her apartment, Rachel takes a fright when she finds her best friend sitting on her couch in her living room.
"So you're back…" Kurt says.
"Yes…"
"Can I ask where have you been?"
"I'll cut the runaround… I was at Ronnie's and I'm in a hangover… so, I'm going to my bed now…"
She walks toward her bedroom and she settles in her bed, Kurt does the same.
"Veronica?"
"We didn't have sex… I fell asleep… apparently…"
"Do you think Quinn will like it?"
"Why should I be concerned about that?"
"Okay… I'll be straight"
Rachel chuckles at that and Kurt rolls his eyes.
"There is any particular reason why you have not yet returned to L.A?"
"I wanted to be with you…"
"Did you? Like last night?"
"Kurt…"
"No… tell me?"
"I-I… please… please don't tell her…"
"Who?"
"I have a confession… I think I…"
Kurt is eager. He knows what Rachel is about to say.
"I think I have a crush… a not reciprocated crush…"
"You can tell me…"
Rachel hides her face in the pillow.
"Quinn…"
A crush? Ha! And yeah… right… not reciprocated. Can you believe these girls?
"Uh…"
"Please say something Kurt… Am I stupid? Who am I kidding… of course I am…"
Rachel Berry a tony winner, Broadway star, two Grammys… and still… When is about Quinn Fabray, Rachel will always be the old Rachel Berry…
Kurt smiles.
"You're not stupid… trust me, and I think you should call her… she is concerned about you…"
"You think so?"
He nods.
"I got to go…"
He kisses her forehead.
"Call her…"
Kurt leaves letting an anxious Rachel lying in her bed. Rachel takes her phone. It does not take long for Quinn to answer.
"Rach…"
"Hello Quinn…"
"Hi!" The actress says happily.
"Quinn… I wanted… I'm sorry I didn't call you these days… I…"
"It's okay Rach… I'm glad you're doing it now… I miss you…"
"I miss you too…"
"Why don't you come back here? Do you wanna know who is missing you too?"
Rachel giggles.
"Sophie can't wait for you to be back… and so do I…"
Rachel sighs smiling from ear to ear.
"Then I'll be back tomorrow!"
"Promise?"
"I promise…"
"I gotta hang up… but I'm waiting for you…"
"Okay…"
"Bye Rach… love you…"
"Bye Quinn… love you too…"
Rachel hangs up.
You so screwed… She is your friend and you… you'll ruin everything because of a little crush…
Rachel thoughts are interrupted by the buzz of her phone. She thinks it is Quinn again. But then she sees Finn's name on the screen.
She frowns.
Then she answers.
"Hello Finn…"
"Hello Rach… uh…"
His voice is a little strange.
"Is something wrong?"
"Please, don't panic… is all alright now…"
"Finn, you're scaring me…"
"Is your dad…"
"What about my dad!"
"Rach… he is alright… he just had a accident and broke a leg… I'm in a hospital with him now…"
"I'll be there…"
"But Rachel you don't have to, he will be…"
"I'm going Finn… and thanks for take care of him…"
"You're welcome but I did nothing really…"
"Still… I'm on my way, bye…"
So Kurt, Santana hurry it up with the "Operation: Faberry" because Finchel is about to get in the way… Again…
Next: Quinn will open her heart.
don't worry Finchel won't be back for real.