Gah, I know. I have two other stories and now I posted this one. Anyway, I guess I won't actually update this until the other ones are done, but I wanted to post it up here anyway. =D I hope it doesn't disappoint much!
Oh, and for the sake of the story, Rachel still went to WMHS but the rest of the glee kids didn't...unless I say otherwise. I can't really decide who went where. Lol.
Reviews would be awesome. =) Not that I'm trying to guilt anyone into it or anything...
Disclaimer: I wish I owned... I can claim the mistakes though.
Evicted: The one word that had her in her current predicament. She couldn't exactly run back to Ohio with her metaphorical tail tucked between her legs. She had been so adamant about leaving. She remembered the individual lectures she had given to various members of her glee club. It wasn't that she didn't think highly of them. She just didn't want to end up a Lima loser…like they did. She had left Lima after her sophomore year of high school. She never thought that she would actually live to regret the day she did that.
And yet, here she was, sitting on a vacant bench in the park scanning through local newspaper ads, regretting leaving Ohio behind. She knew it wasn't necessarily the safest bet but she needed a place to live and needed one fast; the newspaper seemed like the best idea. She entertained the idea of being homeless for a second before realizing the germs one would get from that would indeed last a lifetime.
She had thought, for some reason, that getting a part on Broadway would be a lot easier than this. Hell, off-off-off-off-off-off Broadway was sounding good at the moment. She had been in a couple small shows in equally small parts. She hadn't been paid but she somehow thought that maybe someone would see her and immediately hand her a part in something bigger. She had learned the hard way that some dreams were meant to be dreams only. She had just been fired from the only job that was paying her bills because she couldn't show up on time. It wasn't her fault that she liked being fashionably late. She realized that it wasn't something the rest of the workforce appreciated though.
She was brought out of her thoughts momentarily by the vibrating of her phone. She laughed sarcastically upon realizing it would be the next thing to be turned off. "Hello?"
"Rachel, babe, I've got some good news for you." She sighed. The only good news she could possibly be receiving were if someone had found a gun and were looking for someone to test it out on. "Rachel?"
Noah Puckerman. He had been her only friend in this town the entire two years she had been living there. He was the bartender at the first waitressing job she had gotten. They clashed at first. He always found some sort of vulgar way to hit on her. It took six full months to convince the boy that she was in fact not into men-and that included him. Once he accepted that they had been inseparable.
"You're really going to love me after this. I think you may actually want to be my fuck buddy after this." She rolled her eyes. She knew that he couldn't see her but that was beside the point.
"Okay, enlighten me. What could you possibly have to say that would make me want to have intercourse with you?"
"Don't call it that, Berry," he replied instantly. "That makes me not horny. And Puckzilla is always in the mood." She snorted at how true the statement was. "Anyway, I don't know why I didn't think of this before but one of my friends has a spare bedroom in his apartment. I went by there earlier and talked to him about it. He's fine with you staying there."
"Noah," she quickly scolded, "I don't even know this person." She heard him laugh on the other end of the line. "I'm serious. I cannot live with someone I do not know."
"Babe, you aren't going to be living anywhere if that's how you feel," he replied. She sighed, knowing that he was right. "He's a good guy, I promise. I also explained your situation to him so it's all good."
"He knows that you're into the female anatomy." Rachel rolled her eyes again at the man-child's antics. "He's got a girlfriend anyway so you're clear. He won't try hitting on you. Anyway, get your ass ready because I'm tired of your shit being in my apartment."
"Hi," a tall boy stated awkwardly while shoving his hand out at Rachel. She quickly took the hand and shook it lightly, not wanting to make a bad impression on him. He was, after all, offering his home to Rachel. "Look, Puck told me about your preferences, and I'm okay with it," he added. Rachel nodded. "I just ask that you don't try and convert me. I know what I like and I'm not going to change just because of you." Rachel's brows furrowed in confusion.
"I wouldn't try to convert," she was interrupted by the taller boy's ramblings again.
"You can have the things you like around, I don't mind, as long as you let me keep my stuff, too. I think we can find some kind of agreement. Maybe I could try some of your stuff or something, but I think that's all I'll be able to handle."
"What?" She looked at Puck quickly hoping that he would be able to help her out. "I can't say that I understand."
"Puck said you were a vegetarian?" Puck's laughter immediately filled the room. Rachel blushed profusely while Finn grinned sheepishly. "Did he lie to me?" Rachel shook her head furiously, happy that everything had been a misunderstanding on her part. "Alright, so like I said, I might try some of your stuff but I don't think I'll be into it."
"No problem," she replied. "I really appreciate this, Finn." He smiled again and wrapped his arms around the girl. Rachel sighed. She could get used to having a friend that wasn't always trying to hit on her. Finn let go and grabbed various bags that Puck had thrown on the ground when they had first gotten there.
"Come on, your room is this way," he stated while motioning towards the back with his head. Rachel followed the boy. "Sorry it isn't much right now. We just started turning it into a bedroom this afternoon. It was, more or less, an office."
"We?" Finn opened his mouth to reply but Puck stuck his head in the room and gave everything a once over.
"Alright, Berry, I hooked you up with a home. Let's go get dirty." Rachel feigned a gag. Puck clutched at his chest and whined. "I'm going to go then. Rachel, you owe me. Finn, I owe you," he stated before walking out of the room.
"He's something else," Finn stated. Rachel chuckled to herself while helping Finn carry the various bags into the room.
"Did he force you to do this?" The tall boy immediately shook his head. "Good, I feel horrible enough as it is."
"Don't feel bad. Quinn has had fun trying to turn this into a bedroom." Rachel looked at Finn in confusion before sitting down on the twin size bed. "Quinn is my girlfriend. You'll get to meet her soon."
"She likes to do house work?" Finn laughed loudly. Rachel grinned at the boy until his laughter finally died down.
"No, Quinn and housework don't mix. She was here when Noah was talking to me about your problem. The minute Quinn heard that Rachel Berry needed somewhere she offered Noah the spare room here." Rachel's brows furrowed in confusion. This girl must enjoy charity work apparently. "Then she was all about fixing the room so you could move in."
"She doesn't care that you live with a girl?" Finn shrugged his shoulders. "How long have you two been together?"
"A little over a year. She's awesome. I love her a lot," he replied. Rachel raised an eyebrow. The boy wasn't the best with words but it was clear by the look on his face that he cared deeply for the girl. "What about you? Got any special ladies?" Rachel laughed while pulling her clothes out of a suitcase.
"I don't think I've ever really been in a relationship," she replied. Finn looked at her strangely. "I'm not ugly. I've had people ask me out. I've been on several dates. I've never just been in a relationship though. The closest thing to it was this really weird person I went to high school with." Finn laughed. "It was before I even really gave much thought to my sexual orientation as well so the fact that it was a girl seemed odd to me. She was always following me around the school wanting to carry my books for me. Needless to say, that didn't work out."
"Poor girl, she seemed in love," Finn mocked. Rachel scoffed and swatted his arm playfully.
"I never even knew that chick's name," Rachel retorted while putting an empty duffel bag into the closet the room came with.
"No," Rachel replied from behind the closet door. "I'm pretty sure her name wasn't Quinn." She heard a clearing of a throat from the other side of the room.
"No, I'm pretty sure my name is Quinn." Rachel immediately turned around and looked between Finn and the blonde girl. She swallowed thickly and looked away from the hazel eyes that were starring at her. "You must be Rachel."
"Yes," she whispered. "I am Rachel." Finn scrunched his face up in confusion but said nothing else. "You're Quinn, obviously." Rachel felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. She wished the Earth would open up and swallow her whole.
This girl was tall and slender. Her eyes were green but had enough brown in them to be considered hazel. She was beautiful, no doubt. Rachel had never really felt the need to stare at someone simply because of their looks, but she felt as though her eyes could never get tired of looking at the blonde girl before her.
"We should go out to eat," the blonde stated. Rachel simply nodded in agreement. "I need to get to know you-make sure that you don't try and steal Finn away," she playfully replied with a wink.
"Honey," Finn whispered, "She's into the ladies," he replied. "I thought I told you that." Quinn's eyes widened. Rachel looked at her intently, searching for any sign of disgust in the blonde's face.
"No," she replied slowly. "I would have remembered you telling me that," she replied while looking at Rachel curiously, eyebrow raised.
"I'm sorry," Finn told the blonde before clearing his throat. "Anyway, Rachel, I have to go to work. I tried to get the night off but my boss is an ass."
"That's okay," Rachel responded. "I'll simply get the room ready." Finn smiled goofily at her before pressing a quick kiss to his girlfriend's cheek.
"Bye, Rachel, Quinn." The tall boy quickly left the room leaving Rachel in the room with the blonde. She felt slightly uncomfortable.
"Need some help?" Rachel looked up and visibly relaxed when she saw the smile on the blonde's face.
"No thanks," she replied, not wanting to put the blonde out. She and her boyfriend had both been more kind than she expected. Quinn frowned but nodded.
"How about we go get something to eat? It'll give us a chance to get to know each other." Rachel nodded before grabbing her purse from the floor and following Quinn out of the door.
"Is this okay?" Rachel nodded. The blonde had picked a pizza place that was simply down the block from her new apartment. "Finn loves this place."
"Good to know," Rachel replied. The blonde's hand brushed lightly against hers. She immediately felt chills spread across her body. She screwed her eyes shut and exhaled slowly.
"Are you okay?" Rachel's eyes flew open to see the blonde starring at her, worry written on her face.
"Yes, I'm fine. I think I feel a migraine coming on." Quinn smiled sympathetically before walking towards a table in the back. Rachel followed suit and sat across from the blonde. "Thank you for allowing me to live with your boyfriend. I know most girls would feel threatened by that."
"Well, I guess knowing that you aren't into men certainly does help the situation." Rachel nodded along before a thought struck her.
"I thought you said you didn't know I was gay?" Quinn's eyes widened for a moment before she coughed lightly. A waiter quickly came over and took the order for their drinks.
"Tell me about yourself," Quinn changed the subject. Rachel inhaled deeply before biting her lip.
"I'm from Ohio. I'm 24 and currently a failure at life." Quinn laughed and reached her hand across the table to grab Rachel's.
"Everyone is a failure at life if you think about it. You'll be okay," she whispered before pulling her hand away. Rachel opened her mouth and closed it several times before calming her nerves.
"That isn't really optimistic." Quinn had an amused look on her face but said nothing else. "How are you a failure then, Quinn?" Quinn bit her lip in contemplation.
"Maybe I'll tell you someday," she whispered.
Well, shit, Rachel though to herself as the blonde looked at Rachel intently. I have a crush on my roommate's girlfriend.