Forever Yours, Faithfully. [1/1]
Title: Forever Yours, Faithfully
Author: gabbie217
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn/Brittany/Santana; Jesse St. James/Rachel friendship
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own these characters. Nor do I own the song. Just the well-used idea. Haha.
Summary: Rachel is on tour, and her three leading ladies miss her and began to believe the rumors… A/N: This is for jackykay because she wanted more faberrittana one-shots :D
A/N2: I don't know how good this is... :|
“I’ll miss you!” Rachel shouted out the window, blowing kisses to each girl.
The singer was going on tour for three months. Rachel’s fame had skyrocketed when she first stepped out on the scene. The world loved her voice and her tiny-tiny self.
Quinn, Brittany, and Santana had mixed feelings about their girl leaving. They were thrilled that Rachel was getting the recognition she deserved, but the foursome had never been apart for more than two days. And even then, they were always simply split in two. And there was never just one by herself.
But none of them could go with her. Brittany was preparing to go on tour with Beyonce, as her main dancer. Santana’s job at the precinct left no room for vacation time. And Quinn was just starting her job at the hospital and therefore had all the crappy hours nobody wanted; no one would trade with her so she could go with Rachel.
Thus the reason Rachel was leaving by herself. While she was thrilled that she was becoming a star, she wished with every bone in her body that she would know at least one person besides her personal assistant and manager.
**
Brittany glumly went to rehearsals that afternoon in the L.A studio Beyonce owned.
Already she missed her Ray bear. And the girl had only been on the plane for probably 30 minutes at most.
Beyonce knew of her committed relationship with the three girls, and knew that today was going to be hard on Brittany. So, she let the girl’s mess-ups slide. Beyonce knew that Brittany was more then capable of doing the moves, and she wasn’t worried that Brittany would mess up on tour.
**
Quinn sat on Rachel’s side of the bed, laughing at herself at how much she missed the tiny brunette. So much for being independent.
Getting up, Quinn decided she should go do laundry. Rachel would scold her for loafing about when she could be doing something useful. And right now, all Quinn wanted to do was what Rachel would want.
If only she was like this when the girl was actually home… then there would be a few less arguments.
**
Slamming the guy onto the ground, Santana whipped her hand-cuffs out.
“That should teach you to hurt a woman,” she growled in his ear when he whimpered his discomfort.
It didn’t help matters that the petite abused woman resembled a certain brunette from Santana’s life. It infuriated her to think that could be Rachel.
“Take him away,” she spat out. The man was roughly shoved into the squad car and whisked away.
Softening, Santana turned to the sobbing and shaking woman and promptly began to soothe her. But only because the woman resembled Rachel. Santana was not a softie! She was a badass!
**
Arriving in New York City - where they would then drive down to New Jersey, where the first show was - Rachel sighed. Her girls would have loved being in the bustling city with her.
Stepping out of the cab, Rachel began to walk towards the hotel.
“Rachel! I love your album Lucky Stars!” one girl practically screamed.
“Rachel, you’re so hot! Will you marry me?” another girl begged.
“Oh my god! It’s Rachel Berry!” More and more girls came clamoring over.
“Can I have an autograph?” a little girl whispered.
Unsure how she had heard her, Rachel took in the blonde wispy hair, hazel eyes, and little tee shirt that proclaimed: BadA$$ in the making.
So out of all the girls vying for her attention, this little girl was the one she gave it too.
Maybe it was because the girl was adorable. But if Rachel was honest with herself, it was because every feature of the little girl reminded her of Brittany, Quinn, and Santana.
“Sure Sweetie.” Rachel crouched down, and scrawled:
Your shirt rocks! Stay gold.
Love your Lucky Star,
Rachel Berry
She then added a tiny gold star next to her signature and handed it to the girl. Sure, maybe it was cheesy, but she couldn’t help herself.
Quickly, a security guard ushered her in as soon as she was done with the little girl.
Going up to the penthouse, Rachel prepared to meet her opening act. Walking into the room, she stopped, stunned.
“Jesse?” she gasped.
“Rachel? Rachel Berry? I don’t believe it!” Jesse exclaimed, rushing over to her and embracing her.
“You’re my opening act?” Rachel asked in disbelief.
“Never thought I’d say these words, but yes, I’m your opening act.”
“Shouldn’t I be opening for you?” Rachel joked.
They quickly caught up with one another, before leaving to head for New Jersey for the kick off show.
**
“Thirty minutes until Ray is officially on tour.” Santana grinned as she shoveled pasta into her starving mouth.
Quinn nodded, being a lady and not speaking with her mouth full.
“I wonder who’s opening for her…” Brittany had no qualms about talking with food in her mouth.
Santana shrugged. “Whoever it is best keep their paws to themselves. Or my fist will meet their face at 50 MPH!”
“Calm down, let’s not get worked up unless we have to.” Quinn smiled, patting Santana on the arm.
“Well, we can get worked up another way…” Santana smirked.
Brittany glanced at her food then back at Santana, and then over at Quinn. Quickly she stood up and dragged the two upstairs.
**
“Can I be honest?” Brittany asked in a quiet voice.
“Always,” Quinn said immediately.
“That wasn’t as good as it is when Ray-Ray is here.”
“I know.” Santana sighed. Quinn looked sad and disappointed as well.
“But it wasn’t so bad that we won’t do it until she gets back,” Brittany said quickly.
Laughing, Quinn and Santana began tickling her and teasing her about how much she missed Rachel.
**
Exhausted, Rachel stumbled up to her hotel room. The crowd had begged for two encores, and she had given in and sung two more songs. She danced until her lungs were on fire, and held notes until she thought she would pass out.
But it was for her fans, so it was worth it.
Tapping away at her phone, Rachel sent three texts out.
Miss you my lovely firecracker! The show wore me out though, so goodnight, and I lovelovelove you! -RayStar
Infinite X’s and O’s to you my darling Q! I’ll call you three when I wake up! -Ray-Ray
Goodnight my sweet honey B! Tell the San and Quinn my opening act is Jesse from VA! I think they’ll react better to it if it comes from you! Xoxox -Ray Bear
The replies were quick.
R U sure that’s all that wore you out? ;) -Sanabanana
Can you sleep without us? -Quinnster
I’ll tell them before they get their coffee tomorrow morning! Sex w/out u sux! -Honey Bee
I can make it up to you with hot phone sex ;] -Ray Bear
No, but I took a sleeping pill. Wish you were here :[ -Ray-Ray
Wouldn’t u like 2 know ;] -RayStar
Laughing as she texted her three girls, Rachel didn’t feel so alone in this empty room.
You better b joking! -Sanabanana
I’ll hold u 2 that offer ;-) -Honey Bee
You cut it in half right? U can’t handle a full one babe! If I was there, u wouldn’t be sleeping ;) -Quinnster
Night ladies! S: I am. B: just name the time ;] Q: yes mommy, and how I wish that were so! -Rachel Out
Plugging her charger into the wall, she let her phone charge while she was sleeping. Dreaming of her favorite girls, Rachel didn’t want to ever wake up.
**
“Look at this! Another picture of Rachel and Jesse with a caption announcing St. Berry goes out on another date!” Santana scowled at the paparazzi picture of Rachel and Jesse, arms linked, in front of a fancy restaurant.
“St. Berry?” Brittany looked confused.
“Their celebrity couple name,” Santana said bitterly.
“Do we have a couple name?” Brittany asked eagerly.
Quinn nodded. “Rachel came up with a bunch. There is Quitana, Brittana, Brittberry, Fabrittany, Faberry, Pezberry, and Faberrittana.”
“Wow. She sure is… smart.” Brittany giggled.
“I knew I should have killed him after he egged her!” Santana muttered, still glaring at the picture.
“Relax S, Ray Bear would never cheat on us with a boy! She doesn’t like pe-”
Quinn slapped her hand over Brittany’s mouth. “We are in a public place Britt,” she told the blonde.
“Oops. I meant, she doesn’t like you-know-what unless it’s San’s plastic you-know-what,” Brittany faux whispered.
Blushing when a lady looked at them sternly, Quinn attempted to guide the conversation in a different direction.
“Well, her last show is tomorrow night. Why don’t we surprise her?”
“And catch them in the act! I agree!” Santana grinned.
“No S, just to go support her. There is nothing to catch her in.” Quinn suppressed an exasperated sigh.
“We could catch her in her underwear,” Brittany said slyly.
The lady at the next table cleared her throat loudly.
“Time to go.” Santana laughed.
**
Rachel stared dejectedly at her phone. Not a single text message in the past 24 hours from San, Britt, or Quinn. Sure, other people had texted her, but no one who counted.
Rachel hoped that they weren’t mad at her for stupid rumors. Jesse was gay for crying out loud! He just wasn’t ready for the world to know that little fact yet. Plus, they should know, she was just as gay as he was! She doesn’t even like… you know what.
From backstage, Rachel could hear the crowd screaming and singing (there really wasn’t much of a difference) along with Jesse. He was killing it out there, and she couldn’t have been prouder.
Jesse came running backstage, looking concerned. Another one of her opening acts had begun singing in his place.
“What’s wrong?” she asked quickly.
“You’ve got three girlfriends in the crowd. One looks like she wants to kill me. They’re front row!” Jesse panted.
“Sanna, Quinnie, and Brit are here?” Rachel asked eagerly.
Jesse nodded. “And she wants to kill me I think,” he said again, thinking Rachel hadn’t heard that part.
“They just don’t know you’re gay,” Rachel waved his comment off. “But I have an idea. Go tell everyone that we’re not doing our usual duet.” She then whispered in his ear what song they would do instead.
Grinning, he ran off.
Jesse: Highway run into the midnight sun
Wheels go round and round you're on my mind
Here Rachel came out on stage, much to the delight of her fans.
Rachel: Restless hearts sleep alone tonight
Sending all my love along the wire
Jesse and Rachel: They say that the road
ain't no place to start a family
Right down the line it's been you and me
And loving a music man
ain't always what it's supposed to be
Rachel: Oh boy you stand by me
I'm forever yours faithfully
Circus life under the big top world
We all need the clowns to make us smile
ooooh through space and time (through space and time)
Always another show wondering where I am lost without you
Rachel locked eyes with each of her girls. Singing for them, and only them.
And being a part ain't easy on this love affair
Winking, she changed the lyrics, hoping they would notice.
Four strangers learn to fall in love again
I get the joy of rediscovering you
Jesse: Oh girl you stand by me
Jesse and Rachel: I'm forever yours faithfully
Ooooooh ooooooooh ooooooh faithfully
faithfully ... I'm still yours
Ooooooh ooooooooh .... I'm still yours
Ooooooh ooooooooh ..... I'm still yours
Faithfully
Santana felt slightly ashamed as she realized she couldn’t have been more wrong. Just by looking at Jesse, her gaydar spazzed out.
Quinn and Brittany had tears in their eyes, and they couldn’t help but scream along with Rachel’s fans.
“Jesse St. James!” Rachel laughed when they were done. She hugged him and waved as he sank out of sight.
“How are you doing Los Angeles?” Rachel asked the screaming crowd.
Winking at her three girls in the front row, Rachel announced, “I have three special ladies with me here tonight. What do you say they come up here with me? And end this tour with a bang, eh?”
Quinn shook her head, shooting her a warning look. Santana glared at her. Brittany clapped her hands excitedly.
“I think so! Ladies, please come on up!” Rachel grinned. She bent down and told the guards where the girls were.
He nodded and went to retrieve them.
And so, Rachel’s Lucky Star tour ended with a bang. Four beautiful girls singing and dancing all night…? Nothing better!
After the show, Rachel didn’t give them any time to cool off or catch their breath. She didn’t even stick around for the after party. She just wanted to get home with her girls; nothing else mattered.