"Santana!" Rachel yelled from the loft. She was busy finishing getting ready to head into the studio, they were working on her vocals today for Joe's song. There really was no telling where Santana was, she could be in the cabin or she could be outside feeding the chickens or playing with the dogs. Huffing when she received no answer, Rachel made her way down the stairs and outside onto the porch. "Santana!"
Santana was coming out of the chicken house when she heard Rachel yell for her. It felt so good to be completely back to her normal self. No more sickness, no more post stomach pain and her energy was at a full one hundred percent as Rachel had found out last night. Santana smirked to herself, Rachel was lucky she wasn't walking funny this morning. "Yeah babe?" Santana yelled back across the yard as she approached Rachel, her two side kicks running ahead of her.
"If you're going to the field or tree house today, make sure you're back in time to clean up. The big dinner with everyone at PF Productions is tonight." If Rachel didn't remind her Santana would spend all day playing at the tree house and completely forget.
Santana pouted as she jumped onto the side of the porch, hanging onto the railing. "But I thought you liked me all sweaty and dirty?"
Rachel giggled at Santana's antics. "Are you trying to be Romeo right now?"
"Mmmm, maybe. But Soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East and Juliet is the sun! Arise fair-" Santana released her hold on the side of porch swinging her arm and leg out dramatically. Quickly realizing her mistake Santana scrambled to grab the railing again before her she fell off the porch.
"Santana! Do not fall and get hurt. Just make sure you're not late tonight please?" Rachel pouted at Santana with her puppy dog eyes.
"What should I wear?" Santana asked as she tried to slow her racing heart. Almost falling off the porch was a little scary yet very thrilling. However, she didn't need another trip to the hospital.
Rachel scrunched her nose in though. "It's semi-formal so nothing super fancy, just dress nice."
"I can wear my suspenders? Maybe a form fitting button down, you know with the top buttons undone?" Santana asked innocently as she not so innocently undone the buttons on the current plaid button down that she was wearing. Call her cliche' or make jokes about plaid and being lesbian, Santana didn't mind. She frankly really enjoyed the lumberjack look she had going sometimes. She liked it and Rachel thought it was sexy and that was all that mattered.
Rachel was trying to control herself watching Santana undo the buttons on her shirt. "Uh..yeah, if..if that's what you want to wear then sure." She subtly licked her lips at the skin that Santana now had showing. It was like she was entranced watching Santana's hand work it's way down the buttons.
"Okay." Santana shrugged her shoulders and rested her hand back on the porch railing. She knew what she was going. Teasing Rachel was one of her favorite past times.
Rachel stared at Santana, her mouth moving up and down like a fish. Did she..? Really? "You're so mean!" Rachel huffed as she turned around and started back into the cabin to grab her bags. Santana chuckled as she pulled herself up and swung her leg over the railing and followed Rachel into the cabin.
When Rachel walked into the building, Quinn was standing there waiting for her. "We have a meeting this morning instead of you going into the studio right away."
"What kind of meeting?" Rachel asked confused.
"Puck wants to talk to you and the interns about something." Quinn spoke over her shoulder as she walked away assuming that Rachel was following right behind her.
Rachel shrugged her shoulders and followed along behind Quinn and smiled at everyone as she entered the conference room. "Good morning." She smiled as she sat down next to Quinn at the table.
"Morning." Puck responded while shuffling papers around in front of him and stuffing half a muffin in his mouth. Quinn rolled her eyes. Her husband ladies and gentlemen! "Rachel." Puck cleared his throat and coughed, that muffin was dry as hell. "How do you feel about releasing each song you and the guys do?"
"Uh...I thought they were just supposed to be demo's to pick who would be my on my writing staff?"
"They were, but since each song is being created to cater to your voice, it wouldn't seem right to just sell that off to another artist. So this is what I am proposing, we release Joe's song first since it's almost done then we do the other two. Now the initial contracts still stand, one of you will be chosen for Rachel and the other two I will try to find a fit here at the label for you, but that's not a guarantee. I don't want to possibly send anyone home empty handed with nothing but an experience box filled on your next resume." Puck looked around at everyone trying to gauge their reactions to what he was proposing. It was going to be more work but at the end of the summer who ever went home, would have a pretty good amount of money in their pocket for their dedicated time.
"Okay...when you say release do you mean videos for each song too?" Rachel sat forward in her chair.
"The works, videos, promotional ads, everything."
"What does this mean exactly for them?" Rachel asked as she pointed to the interns.
"For them it means, getting their writings out to other people in case I can't find a spot for them here and it means that even though this is an unpaid internship, at the end of it they can go home with some bank."
"Are you going to buy the songs first or are we each going to get a royalty contract?" Brock spoke up, either way this internship went he was getting more than experience out it.
"A bit of both really. I have the company lawyer on stand by to start working on contracts if this is something that you're all interested in doing." All the interns began to shake their heads eagerly, there was some major money that could be made for them here if the songs done really well. "Rachel? You get the final word."
"I'm not saying no, because it's a great opportunity for everyone in here and it's a great way to get me back into the music before the album. But, I am not saying yes either yet. I know it's my career and it's my decision but I would really like to talk to Santana about this first. We have this whole summer planned out around recording demo's, not releasing singles." Rachel was perplexed, how could she say no to the eager faces of the interns. She was really going to have to talk to Santana about all of this.
"You know she is going to tell you to go for it Rachel." Quinn spoke up. "She knows how much your music means to you, it's the equivalent of what her paintings means for her."
"I know, but she's going to be disappointed. This was supposed to be our time together because of how busy I am going to be when we start recording the album." And planning a wedding, Rachel mused to herself. Speaking of..."Puck do you know when Christmas break is this year?"
Puck scrunched his nose in thought. "Roughly the same as last year, the nineteenth or twentieth to the fourth or fifth. Why?"
"Just curious. Anyway, I will talk to Santana about all of this tonight after the label dinner."
"Okay, sounds good to me. Now let's get this day started. The faster today goes by the faster I can chow down tonight." Puck had pulled out all the stops for the label dinner tonight. He just hoped that everyone would be as hungry as him because there was going to be copious amounts of food.
Santana jumped around the living room trying to get her other shoe on, she was late. Rachel was going to kill her. Duncan better have those gates open because she could not sit around and wait for them to open. If she had to she might just plow right through them and worry about replacing them later.
Santana had done the one thing that Rachel had asked her not to do. She had lost track of time at the tree house and then when she was getting ready the clasp on her black suspenders decided to break. That meant she had to change shirts and suspenders, she was going to be in so much trouble. Maybe Rachel would give her a spanking...stop it. You have to leave and you have no time for thoughts like that. Rachel will not be amused with your sexual jokes at the moment.
Finally tying her shoe, which why in the hell were shoe strings so small in dress shoes? Was there a legit explanation for it? Santana finally made it out to her jeep and headed towards the studio, blowing her horn at Duncan as she sped by. He simply shook his head as he watched her drive away.
When Santana finally made it to the studio she was only ten minutes late. Huh...not as bad as she thought. Santana spotted Rachel waiting at the side doors of the building as she parked her jeep and she didn't look super mad yet. Just a little annoyed.
"Hi Baby, you look beautiful." Santana said sweetly as she walked closer to Rachel. She had contemplated staying in her jeep for a minute, but she didn't want to upset Rachel further.
"Don't sweet talk me. You're late." Rachel raised an eyebrow. She wasn't really mad, she knew this morning that there was no way in hell that Santana would be on time tonight. It was surprising she was only ten minutes late. Rachel had mentally given her thirty minutes before she got mad.
Santana shuffled her feet uncomfortably. "Well you see, I did lose track of time at the tree house, but I made up for it! Until I had a wardrobe malfunction and yeah, stuff just started falling apart."
Rachel huffed and smiled as she grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her through the doors and down the hallway leading her to the cafeteria that had been turned into a fancy looking dining hall. "I know you're going to be on your best behavior when you meet the intern guys right?" Rachel asked, still leading Santana.
"Pfft, I am always on my best behavior. You know this." Santana still hadn't found the right time to tell Rachel that Jasper was related the Porter's. She was going to do some investigating herself and maybe threaten or warn Jasper to stay the hell away. Rachel stopped short and turned to glare at Santana who almost walked into her back. "Okay fine. I promise to behave. Scouts honor."
"You were never a scout." Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Because they don't let girls be scouts. I got kicked out of my brownie troop when I was five. It's not my fault Sally Sampson's clothes ended up in the lake and her stuffed pig Gilbert was missing his head the next morning at a camp out. Racist little bit-"
"Santana! You are talking about a child. I can't believe you decapitated a stuffed pig."
"Well she was a bitch. She was always calling me names and being mean to me. So I got her back." Santana grinned that evil little smile.
"I don't know what I will do with a child like you." Rachel stopped as they reached the doors to the cafeteria.
"You're going to love them and cherish them." Santana responded as she placed a kiss on Rachel's lips. "Let's do this. I am more than prepared to beat the hell out of Jasper if I need too." Rachel chose to ignore that statement and opened the door where the women were greeted with the low murmur of chatter and soft music playing.