fic: Everything's Different, but Nothing's Changed - Part Two
Title: Everything's Different, but Nothing's Changed - Part Two
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Puck, Brittany, Rachel's dads, Mike, Quinn, Tomás Lopez, Clara Lopez, Felix Lopez, Marisa Lawson, slight Brittany/Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel's dads finally meet the girl dating their daughter.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~17,100
Spoilers: Not really.
A/N: Follows A Slippery Slope.
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
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Part Two
Monday morning, Rachel is at her locker when someone slaps her ass. Knowing it's not her girlfriend, she spins on her heel prepared to give the perpetrator a piece of her mind.
Only to find Noah grinning at her.
"Noah, that is not an appropriate greeting."
"Whatever. You totally owe me for waking me up early yesterday."
"I apologize for that, really I do," Rachel replies. "I was in a mood and figured video games would help. I did try not to wake you up."
"Then you probably should have tried a simpler game that didn't make you swear so much."
"As someone who rarely plays video games, I'm not sure such a game exists in your collection," Rachel tells him.
"Probably true. So how'd it go with the folks?"
"As expected," Rachel replies. "Starting today, my contact with one Santana Lopez is to be kept to a minimum."
"Judging by that devious look in your eye, the opposite is going to happen."
"I love my fathers," Rachel says. "But they lost the right to dictate my love life when they hypocritically told me I can't be gay. Also because they left me alone for two months while they went on a cruise."
"Yeah, I never understood your dads."
"The feeling's mutual I'm sure."
…
Santana and Rachel spend lunch in the second floor janitor's closet. Santana tries to entice Rachel to skip the next period, but she refuses.
"Because if we get caught, they'll have to call our parents. And that will put a kink in my plan."
"I know," Santana replies. "It's just the whole forbidden fruit thing."
"As if you need a reason," Rachel says.
"As if you need one either."
…
Monday evening finds Rachel alone in her room doing homework. Her dad is downstairs in the kitchen writing some kind of report. She had tried talking to him, but he had brushed her off. She had hoped that having them around more might mean actual time spent together, but apparently they are just her jailers.
In between homework, Rachel texts. She can't believe her dad didn't take her phone. Hell, if she really wanted to she could be Skyping with Santana. Her fathers definitely aren't up on technology; not that she's complaining.
Still she knows her dad could come up at any moment and she doesn't want him to hear her talking to anyone. Singing he would most likely ignore, being used to that coming out of her room.
She's trying to be as good as possible, so when she finally does do something, they won't be prepared. Rachel's sure she can lull them into compliance. Because while she knows they'll eventually tire of being her wardens, she's not sure she can wait that long.
…
Watching Finn get slammed into a locker, Puck is beginning to think maybe Rachel is right; he should really put a stop to it. He and Finn used to be friends before Hudson became a huge tool, maybe all this will bring back the awesome Finn he remembers.
He's still letting it go a little longer though. Finn's a bit slow on the up take and Puck figures the lesson will stick better the longer it goes on.
…
Tuesday after glee, they do it in Rachel's car. Rachel knows she's taking a big risk, her dad is expecting her, but she can't help it. Santana sang Me Against the Music with Brittany in practice and it was the hottest thing Rachel had ever seen. Judging by the looks on the guys' faces, except Kurt; Rachel knows she's not the only one.
Laying there after, trying to catch their breaths, Santana looks at her watch and groans.
"You better go," she tells Rachel. "You're supposed to be home in five minutes."
"It's fine," Rachel replies. "I'll just tell dad I needed to talk to Mr. Schue for a moment. My fathers aren't aware of my adversarial relationship with him."
"Does that mean we can go another round?"
"Unfortunately not," Rachel says.
"This sucks."
"I'll text you later," Rachel says climbing out of the back seat.
"You better," Santana grumbles, slamming the car door shut.
…
Quinn is pretty sure she's getting over her crush on Rachel Berry. Otherwise, she wouldn't be hanging out with Brittany and Santana while the latter complains about her lack of Rachel time.
Apparently dating Rachel Berry is a drama fest induced nightmare, though not the way Quinn would have thought. Listening to Santana rant about Rachel's dads is giving her a headache. Who would have thought Berry's dads would be against their daughter dating girls. Though it might just be Santana specifically; Quinn can understand that.
After another ten minutes, Quinn can't take it anymore. "Shut up, Lopez. We get it already. You miss your damn girlfriend."
Santana looks hurt, but shuts up. Brittany just giggles.
"Thank god," Quinn mumbles returning to her homework.
…
Mike is pretty sure he's fallen into the twilight zone. Wednesday morning, he's at his locker getting his books for first period when Santana walks up to him.
"Chang."
"Lopez."
"I need a favor."
"All right."
"I need you to stick close to my girl," Santana says.
"Say what?"
"You heard me," Santana says. "There's some, uh, stuff going on, and I can't always be around her. So I need you to help keep an eye on her."
"Um, all right," Mike replies. "What about Puckerman?"
"He's helping too," Santana tells him. "But Rach likes you. And she could use a friend."
"Oh. Okay."
"Thanks."
And then Mike is alone at his locker again.
…
Wanting a distraction from Rachel's family drama and how it affects her, Santana sets up another slushie attack on Mr. Schue. She hopes for his sake, he still has a spare set of clothes.
She sets it up to happen at lunch. Maybe this way she can catch a glimpse of him running off the change and dripping grape slushie. That will definitely make her smile.
…
Rachel has lunch with Marisa in the auditorium again. She's not sure why the freshman insists they eat there instead of in the lunch room, but never one to turn down the opportunity to be onstage, even if it's just sitting and eating lunch, she agrees.
It's nice. Rachel doesn't have many friends. Technically all her friends are because of Santana, even if they're all in glee together. It's nice to have someone to talk to that she doesn't really have that much history with. They can just hang out and it's easy. Considering what's going on in her personal life, it's a breath of fresh air.
…
Wednesday, Rachel and Santana barely see each other. This makes their forced separation even more obvious and leaves Santana in a bad mood. She strolls down the hall scaring people out of her way with her expression alone.
Brittany does her best to cheer her up and manages to get a smile or two out of Santana, but it's not enough to last long. Freshmen are basically jumping out of Santana's way as she walks down the hall.
Not knowing what else to do, Santana takes all the frustration she's feeling and throws herself into Cheerios practice. That seems to be a good plan because Coach Sylvester actually compliments her.
"Not bad Lopez, you didn't actually suck today."
At least one good thing came out of the day.
…
Despite how long they've been dating, Rachel has yet to sext with Santana. There's just never been a need to. Phone sex, yes, but sexting, not so much. Rachel figures it's because she's so formal when she texts. Santana still gives her a hard time about it. It's not her fault that she takes things like spelling and grammar seriously.
But there's no way she wants to risk getting caught engaging in phone sex, so sexting it is. She figures the novelty of it will sustain them for a while.
…
"What's up bro?"
"Oh, hello, Noah."
Puck watches Rachel gather her books for the day.
"Why the long face, oh bro of mine?"
Rachel scowls at him. "You know damn well, why, Noah. Don't play dumb, you know I hate that."
"Sorry, Berry, just trying to distract you with my charm. Not in the mood, I see."
"I'm not handling the separation as well as I had hoped," Rachel replies.
"Sickening," Puck says.
"I know, right? I'm beginning to think daddy is right. We are a bit too attached."
"Don't say that," Puck replies. "I mean, yeah, you are. But it's not a bad thing."
"I’m not so sure. I mean, we see each other in school, have lunch together, have sex and text at night and yet it's not enough."
"When the hell do you have sex?"
"As if I'd tell you," Rachel retorts.
"I wouldn't spy," Puck tells her. "You're both scary as hell. If you're both mad at me I'd end up castrated, bald and repeating high school."
Rachel chuckles. "That sounds about right. But who'd shave your head?"
"You definitely."
Rachel thinks about it for a moment. "Most likely."
"Some bro you are," Puck grumbles.
…
Thursday during third period, Santana receives a text that causes her to almost drop her phone.
I propose we skip glee and spend the afternoon in your room.
Santana can't believe Rachel wants to skip glee for sex. The vibration of her phone lets her know she has another text.
It's not just about sex. I miss you. I want to see you for longer than five minutes.
God, how pathetic is it that Santana feels the same way. It hasn't even been a whole week yet.
Me 2, babe.
Parking lot after school?
K
…
Santana caught a ride from Quinn, so she jumps into Rachel's car and the pair speed off towards the Lopez residence.
"You're sure your parents aren't home?" Rachel asks, maneuvering the streets as Santana's hand trails up her thigh. "Stop that, you'll distract me from driving."
"They're not due home until five. And it's your fault for wearing such a short skirt."
"This is one of my longer ones," Rachel says turning onto Santana's street.
"You're such a liar," Santana chuckles letting her finger graze Rachel's underwear.
"San!" Rachel closes her thighs, trapping Santana's hand. "Stop it! We're almost there."
"My hand is where it needs to be," Santana teases. She moves her hand as much as she can, which is very little, but it's enough to cause Rachel to moan.
Thankfully, Rachel pulls into the Lopez driveway and slams her car into park. Turning it off, she's out of the car in a flash. Santana follows quickly and soon enough they're lips are locked together as they try to ascend the stairs without breaking the kiss.
…
Brittany drags Quinn over to her house after a very unproductive glee. Quinn is surprised that Santana was able to talk Rachel into skipping glee. Lopez must be even better than Quinn thought; which takes her mind somewhere she'd rather not go.
Thankfully, Brittany can be quite distracting. The blonde is bouncing around her room, being rather silly, even for Brittany. If Quinn didn't know better, she'd think her friend was trying to distract her. But distract her from what?
"Can I ask you something Quinn?"
"Of course, Britt."
"Can I kiss you?"
"What?"
"Can I kiss you?" Brittany repeats.
"Why?"
"Because you're sad," Brittany replies. "And I bet you'd be nice to kiss."
It's such Brittany logic, that Quinn finds herself nodding.
And suddenly she has a lap full of Brittany. Quinn, already sitting on the bed, finds herself being straddled and Brittany leaning in slowly. Despite the energy Quinn practically feels radiating off her, Brittany is gentle and unhurried, as if sudden movement might scare Quinn away. She acknowledges that this is a distinct possibility.
However, the softness seems to be working because when Brittany's tongue sweeps across Quinn's lips, she opens her mouth, letting their tongues meet. And then Quinn is lost. Brittany is an amazing kisser. Quinn supposes that kissing the whole school thing gave her ample time to perfect her technique.
…
"Sex on a bed," Santana says. "What a novel idea."
Rachel, who's curled into her side, smacks her on the stomach. "Don't make fun of me."
"Couldn't even wait a week," Santana continues. "I'm even better than I thought."
"At least I was able to wait until we got to your house," Rachel says. "You barely waited until we were out of the parking lot."
"It's those damn skirts, I told you."
"And those Cheerios uniforms aren't a huge tease?" Rachel asks. "What did Quinn used to say?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Santana pulls Rachel onto her. "So now what?"
"We could talk."
"You're such a girl."
"Shut up, you miss it too."
"So you going to let me in on your little plan?"
"I guess I really should," Rachel says. "It's rather simple actually. I'm going to wait them out."
"What? That's it?"
"San, they've been absent longer than they weren't. They shoved me into lessons and classes partly because they wanted me to be a star, but also because it allowed them to work more. My nanny was more like a chauffeur."
"Rach…"
"It's fine," Rachel says. "But this'll be just like freshman year. They mean well, but something more important will come along and they'll have to go do that."
"And so how long do we have to wait?"
Rachel shrugs. "I have no idea. But don't worry. I'm going to start sneaking out. I just needed to lull them into a false sense of security, so they'll be complainant."
"But next week it's your daddy's turn," Santana points out. "Won't you have to start all over?"
"That actually works in my favor," Rachel replies. "Dad will tell daddy that I've been singing or playing my music loudly and ignoring him. Daddy gets more distracted by his work than dad. So all I have to do is leave my computer on playing me singing and then a few musicals and he'll leave me alone."
"Seriously?"
"Oh yeah."
"So does that mean you can come over Saturday?" Santana asks. "Least for a while."
"What about your parents? Isn't there some sort of parent code that means they have to call mine?"
"Possibly. We just won't tell them."
"San, I'm not sure that's such a good idea."
"Yeah, they might ground me, but we'll figure something out," Santana replies. "Besides, they like you. More than they like me, I think."
"Least someone's parents do."
Santana tightens her arms around Rachel, trying to pull her closer. "Mom said you could be an honorary Lopez if you really want."
"Rachel Lopez. Sounds all right. I can handle that."
"No hyphen?"
"Nope. Just Lopez."
This gives Santana a warm fuzzy feeling all over. She grins widely. "Damn straight."
"Love you too," Rachel mumbles, snuggling into Santana.
…
Rachel is technically three minutes late, but her dad doesn't seem to notice. Or at least he doesn't say anything. Rachel heads up to her room and slams the door behind her.
…
When Quinn leaves Brittany house, she's been thoroughly kissed. The blonde never pushed beyond that and it was a lovely couple hours spent stretched out on the bed, because after a while, Brittany had pushed Quinn onto the bed and flipped their positions. Grateful for this small measure of control, Quinn kissed back more fiercely, hoping her friend understands her appreciation. The little moans and gasps tell Quinn that Brittany understands and they spend another ninety minutes in that position.
…
Mike still isn't sure what possessed him to visit Rachel, but he's sitting in the Berry driveway, so he figures he better knock soon before he starts to look creepy.
He rings the bell and waits. A moment later, a man a bit shorter than him in glasses answers the door.
"Um, hi, my name's Mike. Is Rachel home?"
"She is. How do you know my daughter?"
"We're in glee together, Mr. Berry," Mike says. "I was hoping she could help me with this song we're doing. I was going to ask her after glee today, but she took off before I could."
"Come on in, Mike."
"Thanks."
…
There's a knock on her door. "Rachel? Rachel, honey, there's someone here to see you."
Rachel can't imagine who could be there to see her that her dad would actually bring up the stairs. Cautiously she opens the door.
"A friend from glee stopped by," Jake says.
"Hey Rach."
"Mike," Rachel exclaims. "What are you doing here?"
"I was hoping you could help me with my singing," Mike replies.
"Um, all right," Rachel says looking at her dad. He nods, a huge grin spread across his face. "Come on in. We'll figure it out."
Mike enters. "Thanks."
Then to both their surprises, Jake closes the door behind him.
"Rather trusting isn't he?" Mike asks.
"It's a long and ridiculous story," Rachel replies.
"Isn't it usually with you?" Mike teases.
…
"So wait a minute," Mike says. "That's why Santana asked me to keep an eye on you?"
"I suppose so," Rachel replies. "Keep an eye on me. Really? It makes me sound like a naughty child."
"Well that's not exactly what she said," Mike tells her. "I don't remember exactly."
"But she told you to visit me?"
"Nah, that's just something I decided randomly," Mike replies. "Still not sure why, actually."
"It is rather strange."
"Should I start singing?" Mike asks. "Isn't your dad going get suspicious?"
"He'll probably just think we're making out," Rachel replies.
Now Mike looks a little nervous. "How is that better?"
"Anyone that distracts me from Santana is good," Rachel tells him. "They're really not fond of her."
"Apparently."
"So? Want to watch a movie?"
…
Friday morning Santana is walking to her locker when she's yanked into a janitor's closet.
"Hey babe," Santana grins.
"Morning tiger," Rachel replies.
"You're awfully giddy. Glad it's Friday?"
"Actually I had a really nice evening last night," Rachel says.
"Oh? You and your dad actually talk?"
"Ha, as if. Actually no, I had a visitor."
"Brit stop by?" Santana asks.
"Mike actually."
"Chang?"
"Mike, yes," Rachel replies. "Dad let him hang out in my room with the door closed. So we watched a movie. It was nice."
"Your dad let a boy hang out with his only daughter in her bedroom with the door closed?"
"I know. Mike found it strange too."
"They really don't like me, do they?"
"It's the situation, San, not you," Rachel replies.
"And you're sure you can change their minds?"
Rachel nods. "I promise." Rachel pulls Santana in for a kiss. "Now can we please move onto more pleasant topics?"
…
Rachel is gathering her things at the end of the day when Brittany bounces up to her.
"Hi Rach!"
"Oh hello Brittany."
"Are you ungrounded yet?"
"No not yet," Rachel replies.
"Too bad," Brittany says. "So are you and San still going to hang out tomorrow?"
"I'm working on it."
"Yay," Brittany claps. "That means S won't be all sad tonight when we hang out."
"I hope not." Rachel closes her locker. "You know, you could stop by for a visit too."
"Really? I thought you were grounded."
Rachel nods. "I am, but I can have visitors as long as they're not Santana."
"Okay. Sounds like fun."
…
"Dad," Rachel says as she walks into the kitchen Friday night.
"Yes honey?"
"I assume I'm not allowed to go out?"
"I'd rather you didn't," Jake replies. "I just don't trust that you'd stay away from that girl."
"Well, it's just that I usually hang out with Noah on Fridays. Can he come over if I can't go out with him?"
"Noah Puckerman? Just the two of you?"
"He's my best friend," Rachel replies.
"You're kidding," Jake says.
"I swear I'm not."
"All right, but you'll stay in the living room," Jake tells her.
"Of course dad. I'll just go call him now."
…
"Unbelievable," Puck says as he settles on the couch. "I mean, first Chang yesterday and now me. They really want you to date guys, don't they?"
"I think he's just glad that I'm distracted. Maybe I'll change my mind about Santana. As if we haven't been dating for almost a year, as if I'm that fickle."
"Well you kind of were," Puck replies. "I mean, you had a crush on Mr. Schue."
"It's not my fault," Rachel protests. "You know I find musical compatibility to be extremely attached. Besides, that was before he showed his true colors."
"Whatever," Puck says. "Just drink this and be quiet." He hands her a bottle of pineapple juice. "And I must say, I'm impressed with your delinquency."
"It seemed unfair to expect you to spend your Friday night sober."
"That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me bro," Puck says.
"I know my audience."
"Except, you're not going to let me drive, are you?" Puck asks.
"I've got it covered."
…
Hours later Rachel is gently woken by her dad. Glancing at the time, she see it's quite late and that the two of them have fallen asleep.
"It's too late for Noah to drive, dad," Rachel says.
Jake grimaces, but nods. "He can stay."
"Thanks dad."
Jake nods again and heads upstairs to bed.
"Noah," Rachel says quietly. "Noah. Wake up."
"What?" Puck groans.
"It's time for bed," Rachel replies. "Come on."
Puck lets Rachel pull him up to her room. He changes while she goes to the bathroom. He then crawls into her bed as usual.
Rachel returns, turns off the lights and crawls into bed as well.
"Your dad said this was okay?" Puck asks.
"Of course not," Rachel replies. "He only said you could stay. He just assumed you'd sleep on the couch, though I don't know why since I've made my thoughts on that couch's comfortableness quite known."
"You just want to fuck with them," Puck grins.
"Of course. If they want me to be straight, let's see how they react to the two of us in bed together."
"Seems kind of mean, doesn't it."
"Well if they come in without knocking, it's their own damn fault," Rachel whispers.
"Whoa, when'd you become a bitchy drunk?"
"They don't get to ignore me for years and then swoop in and pretend to be parents suddenly," Rachel tells him.
"Remind me to not get on your bad side," Puck mutters, settling in.
"You already knew that, Noah," Rachel reminds him. "But I suppose a refresher never hurts."
…
Rachel is awoken by a loud banging on her door. Checking the time tells her it's too early to be awake. The sun isn't even up yet. Before Rachel can decide what to do next the door swings open.
Standing in the doorway is Rachel's daddy looking very irate.
"What the fuck is going on?" he growls.
"I'm trying to sleep, daddy," Rachel replies. "It's only four in the morning. And I usually sleep in on Saturdays."
Puck shifts slightly, jarring Rachel who he is spooning.
"And the boy in your bed?"
"We're sleeping, daddy."
"What would make you think we'd be fine with a teenager father sleeping in the same bed as you?"
"I don't see why not," Rachel replies, wiggling out of Puck's embrace and sitting up. She blinks at the harshness of the hallway light streaming into the room, slightly surprised that Puck hasn't woken up. "We're not having sex."
"He's a teenage boy, Rachel," Michael says. "And a delinquent."
"I know he's teenage boy, daddy," Rachel replies. "Being that I'm a teenage girl."
"What happened that you've started associating with such negative influences?"
"I wouldn't call Noah or Santana negative influences."
"Stop playing dumb Rachel," Michael tells her. "We both know better."
"You said you wanted me to be straight, daddy," Rachel replies. "So technically, this should be perfectly acceptable."
"You're playing a dangerous game little girl."
"I don't know what you're talking about daddy."
"We'll be talking in the morning," Michael says before closing the door.
…
Waking up hours later, Rachel knows her daddy is right; she is playing a dangerous game. It is in fact not exactly the plan she had originally, but the past week has been more difficult than she thought it would be and she's impatient for things to return to normal.
It's fairly early for a Saturday and she hates to do it Noah, but she has to wake up him. An ugly confrontation is inevitable and Rachel would rather Noah not be around to hear it.
It takes a lot of effort and the promise of buying him breakfast Monday morning, but Noah does get up and Rachel helps him sneak out.
"I expect this bullshit to be fixed by next weekend, bro," Puck says climbing into his truck. "Saturdays are a day of rest for the Puckster."
"I know, Noah," Rachel replies. "I am sorry."
"Yeah. Yeah. You're lucky I like you."
…
When her fathers enter the kitchen, they find her sitting at the table sipping her morning coffee.
They pour themselves a mug and sit across from her.
"No breakfast?" Jake asks.
"I thought it best if we cut right to the chase," Rachel replies.
"I agree," Michael says.
"I don't believe you're being fair," Rachel begins.
"We're your fathers," Michael replies. "Of course you're going to feel that way. That's your job as a teenager."
"I suppose that's true," Rachel allows. "However, please see it from my point of view. You've trusted me to look after myself for several years now. Your sudden about face is rather abrupt and in my eyes, a bit insulting."
"Because we don't approve of who you're dating?" Jake asks. "That is an area that fathers and daughters will always disagree."
"Whom," Rachel corrects. "And I realize that's true. However, when I mentioned I was dating someone neither of you commented beyond acknowledgement. Nor did you demand to meet said person. Therefore you can imagine my surprise that you suddenly seem to care."
"Because we caught you in a compromising position," Jake replies.
"So as long as you see no evidence of relationship, it's fine?" Rachel questions. "And only if it's not thrown in your face? Because I'm sure Santana's been over when you've arrived home late at night and yet, you showed no concern."
"Because we didn't know," Michael protests.
"The same car always parked in front of our house wasn't a clue?"
"Forgive me for not being extremely observant when I come home from a long day of work," Michael says. "Are you admitting you've been taking advantage of our trust?"
"I've been living my life," Rachel replies. "Foolishly I assumed you'd be pleased that I have friends, a social life. I know that's been a concern of yours for quite a while now."
"Of course we're pleased about that, honey," Jake says. "It's just the individuals you've chosen don't have the best track records."
"No one's perfect, dad."
"Noah was careless enough to get a girl pregnant," Michael says. "That's more than a slip up."
"I agree," Rachel says. "However, it was dealt with and a lesson was learned. Besides, Noah and I are definitely not having sex."
"But you share a bed with him?" Jake questions.
"He's my best friend, dad."
"Which is why we question your choices," Jake replies.
"Because once a person makes a mistake, they can never be trusted again," Rachel says. "He's a teenage boy as you've pointed out numerous times. He's bound to do something stupid, especially if it involves sex. It's inevitable. Perhaps not to that extreme, but nonetheless."
"Of course people are allowed to make mistakes."
"And if I remember correctly," Rachel continues. "You, daddy, as a closeted teenager had a pregnancy scare yourself. The only difference was that you were lucky enough for a false positive from the home pregnancy test. It could have easily gone that way for Noah as well."
Michael groans. "Why do you tell her things?" he asks Jake.
"You told her that story," Jake reminds her.
"When I was twelve to warn me away from a similar experience. You also put me on birth control when I was fourteen," Rachel adds. "Therefore I'm finding this whole experience rife with double standards."
"I think," Jake begins. "We're having more difficulty with you being sexually active than we thought we would."
"That is understandable," Rachel allows. "However, I also feel that your issues are specifically related to Santana and I'm curious why."
"She was so cruel to you," Michael says. "How can you so easily forgive her?"
"I don't believe in holding grudges," Rachel replies. "We worked through it and ever since she's been wonderful to me."
"And her reputation?" Michael questions. "How do you know she's not messing around behind your back?"
"Because I trust her," Rachel replies. "And not to bring up an unpleasant topic, but Santana has no complaints in the sex department."
"We didn’t need to hear that," Jake says.
"Well it's how I know," Rachel shrugs.
"So you don't know for sure," Michael presses.
"I don’t have a tracker device on her," Rachel replies. "So of course I don't have definitive proof. But isn't that what a relationship is? Trust? Santana hasn't given me a reason to doubt her."
"That you know of," Michael mutters.
Rachel sighs. "I feel like we've been here before."
"I recognize that tree," Jake quips.
"I suppose you're right."
"So now what?" Rachel asks.
"We're your fathers," Jake says. "Our word is law."
"What if you're wrong?"
"We're not."
"But what if you are?" Rachel pushes.
"You're not going to change our minds," Michael replies.
"I could say the same thing."
Michael sighs. "We're not getting anywhere. Maybe we should discuss this again tomorrow."
"That sounds all right to me," Jake says.
"I suppose," Rachel adds. "I don't see what will change in twenty-four hours, but all right."
Grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge, Rachel heads back up to her room.
…
In her room, Rachel contemplates her opinions. She'd told Santana she has a plan, which isn't exactly true. She has a couple ideas, but nothing concrete. She didn't want to decide for sure until she knew what the situation is.
Well now she does and it's not good.
Rachel curses her own impatience. She wants things back to normal as soon as possible and so she pushed sooner than she had planned. She knows this could really work in her favor.
Or it could backfire and her fathers might send her away to boarding school.
As absurd as it sounds, Rachel knows it's a possibility. There are several that have excellent fine arts programs her fathers approve of. Even though it hasn't been brought up, all three of them are aware of the brochures laying on her daddy's nightstand.
So the question is, does she push more or back off and let everyone breathe.
…
Being Rachel Berry, she decides to push. Though she knows it's a bit perilous, she feels like pushing while tempers are short will work in her favor. She begins to put the next step in motion.
…
"I just don't understand what we did wrong," Jake says, pacing.
Stretched out on the bed, Michael watches him. He's still just as tense, but is finding Jake's pacing calming.
The day has been stressful. Rachel spent the whole day in her room either singing ballads full of longing or listening to musicals at full volume. When Michael knocked on her door, Rachel just snapped she was done and going to bed. Even though it was only six.
"We've raised a very stubborn, obstinate child," Michael replies.
"I would have categorized her as tenacious," Jake says.
"It's that girl," Michael growls. "She's a horrible influence on our Rachel."
"I can't believe she actually let that Puckerman boy in bed with her," Jake says. "She probably got an STD from just being around him."
"Perhaps we didn't give her enough guidance," Michael muses.
"She was always so independent," Jake adds. "Some days it didn't seem like she needed it."
Michael nods.
"I'm beginning to think we don't know our little girl at all," Jake continues.
"She's a teenager," Michael points out. "Isn't that how all parents feel?"
"I suppose," Jake allows. "But this feels different."
"Different than what?" Michael asks. "We only have one child. What could we compare this to?"
"Our own teenage years?" Jake suggests.
"I'd rather not go there," Michael says, darkly. "Some things are best left alone."
Jake stops his pacing and joins Michael on the bed. Still tense, they their hands find each other, but otherwise, each is in his own head.
"Are we doing the right thing?" Jake asks after an extended silence.
"I don't know," Michael answers. "We're trying to protect her."
"She is right," Jake points out. "We aren't around a great deal."
"She's never complai-ned before," Michael replies. "Though I suppose lately it's because she's busying associating with questionable kids."
"I've always admired her loyalty," Jake muses. "I'm not sure we're ever going to convince her of her bad choices."
"We'll think of something."
…
Santana's been waiting to hear from Rachel for almost an hour when her phone beeps.
Open your bedroom window, please.
Santana, curious, does so.
Only to find her girlfriend outside her second floor window, hanging onto a ladder.
"Please help me in," Rachel mutters.
Santana shakes her head and pulls Rachel inside.
"Like many things, that looks so much easier in the movies."
"Because those people aren't midgets," Santana teases.
"Santana Lopez, how many times have I told you not to refer to me in that manner?"
Santana's answer is the gather Rachel up off the floor and fall onto the bed with her.
"I've missed you too," Rachel says into Santana's shoulder where her face is pressed.
"It was so weird not to see you all day," Santana replies.
"For me as well," Rachel says. "But fear not. I'm staying the night."
"You can't be serious."
"I'll just sneak back into my room early tomorrow," Rachel replies. "I doubt they'll even notice."
"You sure?" Santana asks. "It's still pretty early, babe."
"I realize that," Rachel answers. "But I spent the whole day being quite loud, either singing or playing music. I'm betting that they'll be so glad it's quiet, that they'll leave me be for a while. I'm sure like me, they're getting tired of the confrontations."
"How many confrontations have you had?"
"Three," Rachel says. "But that's the most we've ever had."
"Yeah, well it helps when they're never around," Santana mutters.
Rachel nods. "It does indeed."
"But now that I've got you here, whatever should we do?"
"What about your parents?"
"It's fine," Santana replies. "I've been moping all week, so they've been leaving me alone. As long as we're not too loud, we'll be fine."
"Moping?"
"Shut up," Santana grumbles. "I miss my girlfriend."
"I love you too."
…
The next morning as Rachel is climbing back into her room, she tries to be as quiet as possible. It's later than she intended to get back. She never should have given into Santana, but morning sex is basically instinct to them. As long as Santana never refers to herself as a sex shark, Rachel is willing to indulge almost anything.
However when her feet are firmly planted on her carpet, Rachel is shocked to find her dad and daddy waiting for her.
"Hi," she gulps. Because even though she wanted to push, the expressions on their faces are rather intimidating.
"We need to talk young lady," Michael says. "Kitchen. Ten minutes."
Rachel nods.
…
When Rachel arrives in the kitchen, she makes coffee. While she's adding the water, she hears her fathers enter. They wordlessly grab coffee mugs and wait for the coffee to brew.
Michael fills three mugs. Jake adds creamer to his, while Michael drinks it black. Rachel adds brown rice syrup. Splenda might be vegan, but the chemicals in it make her cringe just to think about.
They all sit at the table and sip their beverages. All three of them know a massive argument is coming and no one is looking forward to starting it.
Finally Rachel can't take it anymore. "We may as well start it. And get it over with."
"Things will never be the same with us," Jake says.
"They're already heading in that direction, dad," Rachel replies.
Knowing she's right, Jake nods.
"If you two are done chit chatting," Michael interrupts. "I'd like to start."
"Of course, darling," Jake says.
"What the hell were you thinking? Sneaking out like that?" Michael asks Rachel.
"I was thinking I miss my girlfriend," Rachel replies.
"That's your defense?"
"It's the truth," Rachel tells him.
"You know that's not a good enough reason," Jake says.
"It is to me."
"What is it about that girl?" Michael asks. "What kind of draw does she have over you?"
Rachel tries to give the question serious thought; because it is a justifiable inquiry. Very few people would have predicted they'd last this long, herself included. Finally, she just shrugs. "I don't know. We just work. I'll be one of the first to admit we shouldn't; I can think of at least a dozen reasons without even trying. But we just do. I stopped fighting it a long time ago, daddy."
"You just do?!"
"I realize how inadequate of an explanation that is. But that's legitimately how I feel."
Michael stands, looking extremely frustrated. He begins to pace around the kitchen.
"The problem is, honey," Jake says. "There's nothing in that statement we can argue."
"I understand that, but--"
"It's teenager logic," Jake continues. "Meaning we'll never get anywhere if there's nothing to debate."
"I'm not sure what you want me to say dad," Rachel answers. "You want me to list the reasons I love Santana? Because I can do that. One, she's a romantic, but only shows it to a few people. Two, she stopped the slushies at school. Three, she understands that my attitude and ego are defensive mechanisms, just as I understand bitchiness and mockery are hers. Four, when we're being intimate, she--"
"Okay, we get the picture," Michael interrupts.
"I realize you have concerns," Rachel says. "And I'll admit they're valid. However, if you really knew her and saw us together, you might understand."
"So what? We're supposed to invite her over to dinner, all sit down, have a nice chat and then suddenly everything with be okay?" Michael asks.
"Ideally."
"If we did that," Jake starts, shushing Michael when he tries to interrupt. "And we decided then she's not good enough for you, would you end it?"
"Certainly not."
Jake sighs as Michael growls.
"Then what would be the point of this little meet and greet," Michael asks.
"As the person I'm dating, I thought you'd like to get to know her better," Rachel answers. "Why is this so difficult for you?"
"Maybe because the boys you've brought home before were definitely not catches," Jake answers. "And yet you insisted it would be all right."
"And where did that leave you?" Michael breaks in. "Heartbroken. We're just trying to protect me."
"I'm fine," Rachel answers. "I realize my past romantic endeavors hardly give credence to this, but I've learned from my mistakes."
"Fine," Michael says. "Just because I'm your father, doesn't mean I know anything. If you're fine with her dragging you down and breaking your heart, so be it."
"Daddy."
"But I don't want to hear or see the consequences. If you're so sure you're an adult, then you can deal with it yourself."
"Don't you think you're being a little harsh?" Jake asks.
"You heard her. She knows better than us. She's learned so much in her mere seventeen years that she doesn’t need any advice from our life experience."
"Daddy."
"It's too late, Rachel," Michael says. "If you're willing to go to such lengths to see that girl, then who am I to get in your way?"
"You raised me to be this way," Rachel snaps. "So maybe you shouldn't be so bitter about the results."
SLAP
"Michael!" Jake exclaims.
The other two ignore him. Rachel's hand instinctively goes to her cheek while she glares back at Michael. She can see the regret in his eye, but he doesn't try to take back his actions.
"I see," Rachel says quietly. "I'm sorry you feel that way, daddy."
"I could say the same about you," Michael replies.
"Don't be like this, you two," Jake says. "Between the three of us, we should be able to come up with a compromise."
"I don't think so, Jake," Michael says. "Rachel's asserting her independence and we have to respect that."
"Wait. What?"
"I am sorry, honey," Michael tells Rachel. "I wish things were different."
"I do too, daddy," Rachel replies.
…
"Okay, so what just happened, down there?" Jake asks Michael after they retreat to their bedroom to talk.
"We've left her to grow up on her own," Michael replies. "I foolishly thought that us being her fathers would be enough for that not to matter. I was wrong."
"You're just tired of butting heads with her," Jake points out.
"I am," Michael admits. "She and I are too alike, it would have been an eternal stalemate."
"So?"
"It's exhausting," Michael says. "And most likely futile."
"We're her fathers."
"She doesn't see it that way," Michael replies. "Our attempts at a career and creating a Broadway star have backfired on us. She no longer sees us as legitimate parental figures."
"She's been telling us for years that it was fine," Jake protests.
"Would we have changed things if she had said otherwise?" Michael questions.
"Of course we would have," Jake replies. "She's our little girl. I would have no problem--"
"Jake," Michael interrupts. "Think before you speak. Would you have done things differently?"
Jake sighs and thinks for a moment. "No," he says finally.
Michael looks triumphant. Well, triumphant, yet remorseful.
"So we just return to our normal routine and pretend not to see things?"
"I welcome your alternative suggestion."
Jake just sighs again.
…
In the bathroom, Rachel examines her cheek. There is a distinctly large red handprint visible. Touching it makes her cringe slightly which means it's going to noticeable for days. She sighs. Thank god she's well versed in stage make up; she'll be able to cover it easily. She only hopes Santana won't take it the wrong way.
In her room, she texts Santana that she'll be at her house for Sunday dinner. Just as she's hitting send, her phone rings. It isn't her girlfriend, but instead Marisa wondering if Rachel wants to hang out. Looking at the time, tells her it's still morning, so she agrees.
Before she leaves, she receives confirmation from Santana that the Lopezs' are expecting her at 6:30. She grabs her things, calls out to her fathers that she's going out and bounds down the stairs.
…
At exactly 6:27, Rachel is ringing the Lopez doorbell. The door is answered quickly, but to her surprise it isn't Santana, but Felix that opens the door.
"Hey little sister," he greets.
"Hello Felix," Rachel replies, stepping inside. "What a pleasant surprise."
"Well when I heard you and baby sis were having trouble, I thought I better stop by and offer my assistance."
"You mean drop in, get some free food and then mock me mercilessly," Santana interrupts.
Rachel smirks as she pulls Santana into her for a hug.
"Isn't that what I just said?" Felix grins.
"You're lucky Rachel likes you," Santana growls.
"Or what?" Felix asks. "I'm your brother."
"Well it's lovely to see you again, Felix," Rachel says. "It's so sweet of you to show your support in this time of crisis."
Felix's grin grows. "Well, I understand. Santana can be quite a handful. It's completely reasonable that your dads would have issues with her."
"Yes, well, it's more than that," Rachel replies. "But since it's been resolved, I supposed it doesn't matter anymore."
"I told you, San," Felix says, elbowing her. "Trust your girl."
"And I told you I did," Santana snaps. "Doesn't mean I can't be a little worried."
"Awww, you're so cute, Sanny," Felix coos.
"Shut up, Felix," Santana growls.
"You two, stop fighting and let the poor girl into the house," Clara calls from the kitchen. "Making her stand in the hallway and deal with your bickering is rude."
"Yes mom."
"Sorry mom," Santana adds.
"May I escort you to the table?" Felix asks Rachel, offering his arm.
Rachel giggles and accepts. Grumbling, Santana follows the pair.
…
After dinner, Santana drags Rachel up to her room. She wants more details than the light hearted and obviously censored version Rachel gave her family.
"So that's it then?" Santana asks.
"Basically? Yes," Rachel replies.
"I sense a but in there."
Rachel nods. "There definitely is, but essentially things will return to normal at my house."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"Am I missing something here?" Santana asks.
"Well my relationship with my fathers is completely altered," Rachel offers. "And in most likely hood, though they'll support me financially, because they can afford it; emotionally, most likely not."
"What?"
"Though it's not like they were before," Rachel continues. "But the possibility was always there. And now it's not."
"How can you remain so calm?"
"I see no other way to be," Rachel replies. "I always suspected this outcome. It's the most logical one. I just didn't think it would come to a head so quickly. I had anticipated another week, maybe two."
"And you're okay with it?" Santana asks.
"No, of course not," Rachel says. "But I can't change it. And though it hurts. A lot. It really is the best possible outcome."
"How can you say that?"
"Because the only two choices were you or them," Rachel responds.
"How is that fair? Or right?"
"It's neither," Rachel replies. "It just is."
"I just don't understand how you can be so apathetic about it."
"Because I'm emotionally exhausted and I'd rather not deal with it at the moment," Rachel tells her. "My fathers quote unquote supported me in my youth and I'm hoping you'll support me in the future. That is why I'm okay with how things turned out."
"Ummm…"
"Listen, San," Rachel starts. "I know we joke about it a lot. But I have no expectations of you beyond high school."
"Rachel…"
"I'm serious, tiger," Rachel continues. "Right now, it's me and you. And I'd love it if it continues that way for a long time, but we both know shit happens."
"Yeah, but still--"
"So let's just enjoy it," Rachel says. "I'd like everything to return to normal. I liked how things were going."
"I do too."
"Okay. Good. Then it's settled," Rachel says.
…
"Going so soon," Felix says as Rachel comes down the stairs.
"It's getting rather late," Rachel replies. "I should really get home and prepare for another week of McKinley."
"Yeah, that place can be brutal," Felix agrees.
"It's gotten better."
"I'm glad," Felix replies. "And this thing with your dads is fixed?"
Rachel shrugs. "As much as it's going to be."
"But they're okay with you and Santana?" Felix presses.
"No, but I convinced them they have to just trust my judgment and allow me to make my own mistakes."
"Oh."
"It's not ideal, but what else can I do?" Rachel asks.
"I don't know," Felix replies. "But I'm glad you're sticking around for a while."
"Me too."
"Can I walk you to your car?"
Rachel giggles. "That would be lovely, thank you."
…
Rachel returns home to a darken house. She knows her dad is at least at home, he has to pack for his two weeks on the road, but she's willing to bet her daddy went to the office and is most likely going to stay late, even though it's a Sunday.
Sighing, she climbs the stairs and goes to her room. She meant what she said to Santana, this really is the best possible outcome. Still, she wishes it could have turned out different.
…
Monday morning Quinn is surprised that she still hasn't been lectured by Rachel or threatened by Santana. She's been waiting for some sort of reaction to the extended make out session she had with Brittany, but there's none. It seems the blonde didn't share the information with anyone, which kind of surprises Quinn. She knows Brittany and Santana don't have secrets. But it seems, for once, Brittany's keeping quiet and allowing Quinn to deal with her feelings however she feels necessary.
She appreciates it because there was a part of Quinn that wondered if it was Rachel specifically she's attracted to or if she really and truly is gay.
Based off her experience Thursday afternoon, Quinn knows gay is more likely. And she admits she's still having difficulties with that. So, she appreciates the time and space to deal with it.
Maybe she'll take Brittany up on her offer of another afternoon session.
…
Monday morning, Puck opens his locker and finds a McDonald's bag sitting on the shelf. Inside the bag are three bacon, egg and cheese McGriddles™. He grins. His bro always follows up on her promises beyond his expectations.
He unwraps one and takes a huge bite. He could really go for a blue raspberry slushie now, though.
…
Monday, Finn is surprised when he makes it to lunchtime without being mocked, belittled or shoved into something. He racks his brain and can't remember hearing about some other big scandal that might have distracted the other jocks from going after him, but nonetheless, he's grateful. Maybe this means one day Puck can forgive him. And that Rachel or Santana will never find out. He shudders at the thought.
So he eats his lunch quietly and tries to keep his head down. It's the safest course of action he can think of.
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Puck, Brittany, Rachel's dads, Mike, Quinn, Tomás Lopez, Clara Lopez, Felix Lopez, Marisa Lawson, slight Brittany/Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel's dads finally meet the girl dating their daughter.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~17,100
Spoilers: Not really.
A/N: Follows A Slippery Slope.
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
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Part Two
Monday morning, Rachel is at her locker when someone slaps her ass. Knowing it's not her girlfriend, she spins on her heel prepared to give the perpetrator a piece of her mind.
Only to find Noah grinning at her.
"Noah, that is not an appropriate greeting."
"Whatever. You totally owe me for waking me up early yesterday."
"I apologize for that, really I do," Rachel replies. "I was in a mood and figured video games would help. I did try not to wake you up."
"Then you probably should have tried a simpler game that didn't make you swear so much."
"As someone who rarely plays video games, I'm not sure such a game exists in your collection," Rachel tells him.
"Probably true. So how'd it go with the folks?"
"As expected," Rachel replies. "Starting today, my contact with one Santana Lopez is to be kept to a minimum."
"Judging by that devious look in your eye, the opposite is going to happen."
"I love my fathers," Rachel says. "But they lost the right to dictate my love life when they hypocritically told me I can't be gay. Also because they left me alone for two months while they went on a cruise."
"Yeah, I never understood your dads."
"The feeling's mutual I'm sure."
…
Santana and Rachel spend lunch in the second floor janitor's closet. Santana tries to entice Rachel to skip the next period, but she refuses.
"Because if we get caught, they'll have to call our parents. And that will put a kink in my plan."
"I know," Santana replies. "It's just the whole forbidden fruit thing."
"As if you need a reason," Rachel says.
"As if you need one either."
…
Monday evening finds Rachel alone in her room doing homework. Her dad is downstairs in the kitchen writing some kind of report. She had tried talking to him, but he had brushed her off. She had hoped that having them around more might mean actual time spent together, but apparently they are just her jailers.
In between homework, Rachel texts. She can't believe her dad didn't take her phone. Hell, if she really wanted to she could be Skyping with Santana. Her fathers definitely aren't up on technology; not that she's complaining.
Still she knows her dad could come up at any moment and she doesn't want him to hear her talking to anyone. Singing he would most likely ignore, being used to that coming out of her room.
She's trying to be as good as possible, so when she finally does do something, they won't be prepared. Rachel's sure she can lull them into compliance. Because while she knows they'll eventually tire of being her wardens, she's not sure she can wait that long.
…
Watching Finn get slammed into a locker, Puck is beginning to think maybe Rachel is right; he should really put a stop to it. He and Finn used to be friends before Hudson became a huge tool, maybe all this will bring back the awesome Finn he remembers.
He's still letting it go a little longer though. Finn's a bit slow on the up take and Puck figures the lesson will stick better the longer it goes on.
…
Tuesday after glee, they do it in Rachel's car. Rachel knows she's taking a big risk, her dad is expecting her, but she can't help it. Santana sang Me Against the Music with Brittany in practice and it was the hottest thing Rachel had ever seen. Judging by the looks on the guys' faces, except Kurt; Rachel knows she's not the only one.
Laying there after, trying to catch their breaths, Santana looks at her watch and groans.
"You better go," she tells Rachel. "You're supposed to be home in five minutes."
"It's fine," Rachel replies. "I'll just tell dad I needed to talk to Mr. Schue for a moment. My fathers aren't aware of my adversarial relationship with him."
"Does that mean we can go another round?"
"Unfortunately not," Rachel says.
"This sucks."
"I'll text you later," Rachel says climbing out of the back seat.
"You better," Santana grumbles, slamming the car door shut.
…
Quinn is pretty sure she's getting over her crush on Rachel Berry. Otherwise, she wouldn't be hanging out with Brittany and Santana while the latter complains about her lack of Rachel time.
Apparently dating Rachel Berry is a drama fest induced nightmare, though not the way Quinn would have thought. Listening to Santana rant about Rachel's dads is giving her a headache. Who would have thought Berry's dads would be against their daughter dating girls. Though it might just be Santana specifically; Quinn can understand that.
After another ten minutes, Quinn can't take it anymore. "Shut up, Lopez. We get it already. You miss your damn girlfriend."
Santana looks hurt, but shuts up. Brittany just giggles.
"Thank god," Quinn mumbles returning to her homework.
…
Mike is pretty sure he's fallen into the twilight zone. Wednesday morning, he's at his locker getting his books for first period when Santana walks up to him.
"Chang."
"Lopez."
"I need a favor."
"All right."
"I need you to stick close to my girl," Santana says.
"Say what?"
"You heard me," Santana says. "There's some, uh, stuff going on, and I can't always be around her. So I need you to help keep an eye on her."
"Um, all right," Mike replies. "What about Puckerman?"
"He's helping too," Santana tells him. "But Rach likes you. And she could use a friend."
"Oh. Okay."
"Thanks."
And then Mike is alone at his locker again.
…
Wanting a distraction from Rachel's family drama and how it affects her, Santana sets up another slushie attack on Mr. Schue. She hopes for his sake, he still has a spare set of clothes.
She sets it up to happen at lunch. Maybe this way she can catch a glimpse of him running off the change and dripping grape slushie. That will definitely make her smile.
…
Rachel has lunch with Marisa in the auditorium again. She's not sure why the freshman insists they eat there instead of in the lunch room, but never one to turn down the opportunity to be onstage, even if it's just sitting and eating lunch, she agrees.
It's nice. Rachel doesn't have many friends. Technically all her friends are because of Santana, even if they're all in glee together. It's nice to have someone to talk to that she doesn't really have that much history with. They can just hang out and it's easy. Considering what's going on in her personal life, it's a breath of fresh air.
…
Wednesday, Rachel and Santana barely see each other. This makes their forced separation even more obvious and leaves Santana in a bad mood. She strolls down the hall scaring people out of her way with her expression alone.
Brittany does her best to cheer her up and manages to get a smile or two out of Santana, but it's not enough to last long. Freshmen are basically jumping out of Santana's way as she walks down the hall.
Not knowing what else to do, Santana takes all the frustration she's feeling and throws herself into Cheerios practice. That seems to be a good plan because Coach Sylvester actually compliments her.
"Not bad Lopez, you didn't actually suck today."
At least one good thing came out of the day.
…
Despite how long they've been dating, Rachel has yet to sext with Santana. There's just never been a need to. Phone sex, yes, but sexting, not so much. Rachel figures it's because she's so formal when she texts. Santana still gives her a hard time about it. It's not her fault that she takes things like spelling and grammar seriously.
But there's no way she wants to risk getting caught engaging in phone sex, so sexting it is. She figures the novelty of it will sustain them for a while.
…
"What's up bro?"
"Oh, hello, Noah."
Puck watches Rachel gather her books for the day.
"Why the long face, oh bro of mine?"
Rachel scowls at him. "You know damn well, why, Noah. Don't play dumb, you know I hate that."
"Sorry, Berry, just trying to distract you with my charm. Not in the mood, I see."
"I'm not handling the separation as well as I had hoped," Rachel replies.
"Sickening," Puck says.
"I know, right? I'm beginning to think daddy is right. We are a bit too attached."
"Don't say that," Puck replies. "I mean, yeah, you are. But it's not a bad thing."
"I’m not so sure. I mean, we see each other in school, have lunch together, have sex and text at night and yet it's not enough."
"When the hell do you have sex?"
"As if I'd tell you," Rachel retorts.
"I wouldn't spy," Puck tells her. "You're both scary as hell. If you're both mad at me I'd end up castrated, bald and repeating high school."
Rachel chuckles. "That sounds about right. But who'd shave your head?"
"You definitely."
Rachel thinks about it for a moment. "Most likely."
"Some bro you are," Puck grumbles.
…
Thursday during third period, Santana receives a text that causes her to almost drop her phone.
I propose we skip glee and spend the afternoon in your room.
Santana can't believe Rachel wants to skip glee for sex. The vibration of her phone lets her know she has another text.
It's not just about sex. I miss you. I want to see you for longer than five minutes.
God, how pathetic is it that Santana feels the same way. It hasn't even been a whole week yet.
Me 2, babe.
Parking lot after school?
K
…
Santana caught a ride from Quinn, so she jumps into Rachel's car and the pair speed off towards the Lopez residence.
"You're sure your parents aren't home?" Rachel asks, maneuvering the streets as Santana's hand trails up her thigh. "Stop that, you'll distract me from driving."
"They're not due home until five. And it's your fault for wearing such a short skirt."
"This is one of my longer ones," Rachel says turning onto Santana's street.
"You're such a liar," Santana chuckles letting her finger graze Rachel's underwear.
"San!" Rachel closes her thighs, trapping Santana's hand. "Stop it! We're almost there."
"My hand is where it needs to be," Santana teases. She moves her hand as much as she can, which is very little, but it's enough to cause Rachel to moan.
Thankfully, Rachel pulls into the Lopez driveway and slams her car into park. Turning it off, she's out of the car in a flash. Santana follows quickly and soon enough they're lips are locked together as they try to ascend the stairs without breaking the kiss.
…
Brittany drags Quinn over to her house after a very unproductive glee. Quinn is surprised that Santana was able to talk Rachel into skipping glee. Lopez must be even better than Quinn thought; which takes her mind somewhere she'd rather not go.
Thankfully, Brittany can be quite distracting. The blonde is bouncing around her room, being rather silly, even for Brittany. If Quinn didn't know better, she'd think her friend was trying to distract her. But distract her from what?
"Can I ask you something Quinn?"
"Of course, Britt."
"Can I kiss you?"
"What?"
"Can I kiss you?" Brittany repeats.
"Why?"
"Because you're sad," Brittany replies. "And I bet you'd be nice to kiss."
It's such Brittany logic, that Quinn finds herself nodding.
And suddenly she has a lap full of Brittany. Quinn, already sitting on the bed, finds herself being straddled and Brittany leaning in slowly. Despite the energy Quinn practically feels radiating off her, Brittany is gentle and unhurried, as if sudden movement might scare Quinn away. She acknowledges that this is a distinct possibility.
However, the softness seems to be working because when Brittany's tongue sweeps across Quinn's lips, she opens her mouth, letting their tongues meet. And then Quinn is lost. Brittany is an amazing kisser. Quinn supposes that kissing the whole school thing gave her ample time to perfect her technique.
…
"Sex on a bed," Santana says. "What a novel idea."
Rachel, who's curled into her side, smacks her on the stomach. "Don't make fun of me."
"Couldn't even wait a week," Santana continues. "I'm even better than I thought."
"At least I was able to wait until we got to your house," Rachel says. "You barely waited until we were out of the parking lot."
"It's those damn skirts, I told you."
"And those Cheerios uniforms aren't a huge tease?" Rachel asks. "What did Quinn used to say?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Santana pulls Rachel onto her. "So now what?"
"We could talk."
"You're such a girl."
"Shut up, you miss it too."
"So you going to let me in on your little plan?"
"I guess I really should," Rachel says. "It's rather simple actually. I'm going to wait them out."
"What? That's it?"
"San, they've been absent longer than they weren't. They shoved me into lessons and classes partly because they wanted me to be a star, but also because it allowed them to work more. My nanny was more like a chauffeur."
"Rach…"
"It's fine," Rachel says. "But this'll be just like freshman year. They mean well, but something more important will come along and they'll have to go do that."
"And so how long do we have to wait?"
Rachel shrugs. "I have no idea. But don't worry. I'm going to start sneaking out. I just needed to lull them into a false sense of security, so they'll be complainant."
"But next week it's your daddy's turn," Santana points out. "Won't you have to start all over?"
"That actually works in my favor," Rachel replies. "Dad will tell daddy that I've been singing or playing my music loudly and ignoring him. Daddy gets more distracted by his work than dad. So all I have to do is leave my computer on playing me singing and then a few musicals and he'll leave me alone."
"Seriously?"
"Oh yeah."
"So does that mean you can come over Saturday?" Santana asks. "Least for a while."
"What about your parents? Isn't there some sort of parent code that means they have to call mine?"
"Possibly. We just won't tell them."
"San, I'm not sure that's such a good idea."
"Yeah, they might ground me, but we'll figure something out," Santana replies. "Besides, they like you. More than they like me, I think."
"Least someone's parents do."
Santana tightens her arms around Rachel, trying to pull her closer. "Mom said you could be an honorary Lopez if you really want."
"Rachel Lopez. Sounds all right. I can handle that."
"No hyphen?"
"Nope. Just Lopez."
This gives Santana a warm fuzzy feeling all over. She grins widely. "Damn straight."
"Love you too," Rachel mumbles, snuggling into Santana.
…
Rachel is technically three minutes late, but her dad doesn't seem to notice. Or at least he doesn't say anything. Rachel heads up to her room and slams the door behind her.
…
When Quinn leaves Brittany house, she's been thoroughly kissed. The blonde never pushed beyond that and it was a lovely couple hours spent stretched out on the bed, because after a while, Brittany had pushed Quinn onto the bed and flipped their positions. Grateful for this small measure of control, Quinn kissed back more fiercely, hoping her friend understands her appreciation. The little moans and gasps tell Quinn that Brittany understands and they spend another ninety minutes in that position.
…
Mike still isn't sure what possessed him to visit Rachel, but he's sitting in the Berry driveway, so he figures he better knock soon before he starts to look creepy.
He rings the bell and waits. A moment later, a man a bit shorter than him in glasses answers the door.
"Um, hi, my name's Mike. Is Rachel home?"
"She is. How do you know my daughter?"
"We're in glee together, Mr. Berry," Mike says. "I was hoping she could help me with this song we're doing. I was going to ask her after glee today, but she took off before I could."
"Come on in, Mike."
"Thanks."
…
There's a knock on her door. "Rachel? Rachel, honey, there's someone here to see you."
Rachel can't imagine who could be there to see her that her dad would actually bring up the stairs. Cautiously she opens the door.
"A friend from glee stopped by," Jake says.
"Hey Rach."
"Mike," Rachel exclaims. "What are you doing here?"
"I was hoping you could help me with my singing," Mike replies.
"Um, all right," Rachel says looking at her dad. He nods, a huge grin spread across his face. "Come on in. We'll figure it out."
Mike enters. "Thanks."
Then to both their surprises, Jake closes the door behind him.
"Rather trusting isn't he?" Mike asks.
"It's a long and ridiculous story," Rachel replies.
"Isn't it usually with you?" Mike teases.
…
"So wait a minute," Mike says. "That's why Santana asked me to keep an eye on you?"
"I suppose so," Rachel replies. "Keep an eye on me. Really? It makes me sound like a naughty child."
"Well that's not exactly what she said," Mike tells her. "I don't remember exactly."
"But she told you to visit me?"
"Nah, that's just something I decided randomly," Mike replies. "Still not sure why, actually."
"It is rather strange."
"Should I start singing?" Mike asks. "Isn't your dad going get suspicious?"
"He'll probably just think we're making out," Rachel replies.
Now Mike looks a little nervous. "How is that better?"
"Anyone that distracts me from Santana is good," Rachel tells him. "They're really not fond of her."
"Apparently."
"So? Want to watch a movie?"
…
Friday morning Santana is walking to her locker when she's yanked into a janitor's closet.
"Hey babe," Santana grins.
"Morning tiger," Rachel replies.
"You're awfully giddy. Glad it's Friday?"
"Actually I had a really nice evening last night," Rachel says.
"Oh? You and your dad actually talk?"
"Ha, as if. Actually no, I had a visitor."
"Brit stop by?" Santana asks.
"Mike actually."
"Chang?"
"Mike, yes," Rachel replies. "Dad let him hang out in my room with the door closed. So we watched a movie. It was nice."
"Your dad let a boy hang out with his only daughter in her bedroom with the door closed?"
"I know. Mike found it strange too."
"They really don't like me, do they?"
"It's the situation, San, not you," Rachel replies.
"And you're sure you can change their minds?"
Rachel nods. "I promise." Rachel pulls Santana in for a kiss. "Now can we please move onto more pleasant topics?"
…
Rachel is gathering her things at the end of the day when Brittany bounces up to her.
"Hi Rach!"
"Oh hello Brittany."
"Are you ungrounded yet?"
"No not yet," Rachel replies.
"Too bad," Brittany says. "So are you and San still going to hang out tomorrow?"
"I'm working on it."
"Yay," Brittany claps. "That means S won't be all sad tonight when we hang out."
"I hope not." Rachel closes her locker. "You know, you could stop by for a visit too."
"Really? I thought you were grounded."
Rachel nods. "I am, but I can have visitors as long as they're not Santana."
"Okay. Sounds like fun."
…
"Dad," Rachel says as she walks into the kitchen Friday night.
"Yes honey?"
"I assume I'm not allowed to go out?"
"I'd rather you didn't," Jake replies. "I just don't trust that you'd stay away from that girl."
"Well, it's just that I usually hang out with Noah on Fridays. Can he come over if I can't go out with him?"
"Noah Puckerman? Just the two of you?"
"He's my best friend," Rachel replies.
"You're kidding," Jake says.
"I swear I'm not."
"All right, but you'll stay in the living room," Jake tells her.
"Of course dad. I'll just go call him now."
…
"Unbelievable," Puck says as he settles on the couch. "I mean, first Chang yesterday and now me. They really want you to date guys, don't they?"
"I think he's just glad that I'm distracted. Maybe I'll change my mind about Santana. As if we haven't been dating for almost a year, as if I'm that fickle."
"Well you kind of were," Puck replies. "I mean, you had a crush on Mr. Schue."
"It's not my fault," Rachel protests. "You know I find musical compatibility to be extremely attached. Besides, that was before he showed his true colors."
"Whatever," Puck says. "Just drink this and be quiet." He hands her a bottle of pineapple juice. "And I must say, I'm impressed with your delinquency."
"It seemed unfair to expect you to spend your Friday night sober."
"That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me bro," Puck says.
"I know my audience."
"Except, you're not going to let me drive, are you?" Puck asks.
"I've got it covered."
…
Hours later Rachel is gently woken by her dad. Glancing at the time, she see it's quite late and that the two of them have fallen asleep.
"It's too late for Noah to drive, dad," Rachel says.
Jake grimaces, but nods. "He can stay."
"Thanks dad."
Jake nods again and heads upstairs to bed.
"Noah," Rachel says quietly. "Noah. Wake up."
"What?" Puck groans.
"It's time for bed," Rachel replies. "Come on."
Puck lets Rachel pull him up to her room. He changes while she goes to the bathroom. He then crawls into her bed as usual.
Rachel returns, turns off the lights and crawls into bed as well.
"Your dad said this was okay?" Puck asks.
"Of course not," Rachel replies. "He only said you could stay. He just assumed you'd sleep on the couch, though I don't know why since I've made my thoughts on that couch's comfortableness quite known."
"You just want to fuck with them," Puck grins.
"Of course. If they want me to be straight, let's see how they react to the two of us in bed together."
"Seems kind of mean, doesn't it."
"Well if they come in without knocking, it's their own damn fault," Rachel whispers.
"Whoa, when'd you become a bitchy drunk?"
"They don't get to ignore me for years and then swoop in and pretend to be parents suddenly," Rachel tells him.
"Remind me to not get on your bad side," Puck mutters, settling in.
"You already knew that, Noah," Rachel reminds him. "But I suppose a refresher never hurts."
…
Rachel is awoken by a loud banging on her door. Checking the time tells her it's too early to be awake. The sun isn't even up yet. Before Rachel can decide what to do next the door swings open.
Standing in the doorway is Rachel's daddy looking very irate.
"What the fuck is going on?" he growls.
"I'm trying to sleep, daddy," Rachel replies. "It's only four in the morning. And I usually sleep in on Saturdays."
Puck shifts slightly, jarring Rachel who he is spooning.
"And the boy in your bed?"
"We're sleeping, daddy."
"What would make you think we'd be fine with a teenager father sleeping in the same bed as you?"
"I don't see why not," Rachel replies, wiggling out of Puck's embrace and sitting up. She blinks at the harshness of the hallway light streaming into the room, slightly surprised that Puck hasn't woken up. "We're not having sex."
"He's a teenage boy, Rachel," Michael says. "And a delinquent."
"I know he's teenage boy, daddy," Rachel replies. "Being that I'm a teenage girl."
"What happened that you've started associating with such negative influences?"
"I wouldn't call Noah or Santana negative influences."
"Stop playing dumb Rachel," Michael tells her. "We both know better."
"You said you wanted me to be straight, daddy," Rachel replies. "So technically, this should be perfectly acceptable."
"You're playing a dangerous game little girl."
"I don't know what you're talking about daddy."
"We'll be talking in the morning," Michael says before closing the door.
…
Waking up hours later, Rachel knows her daddy is right; she is playing a dangerous game. It is in fact not exactly the plan she had originally, but the past week has been more difficult than she thought it would be and she's impatient for things to return to normal.
It's fairly early for a Saturday and she hates to do it Noah, but she has to wake up him. An ugly confrontation is inevitable and Rachel would rather Noah not be around to hear it.
It takes a lot of effort and the promise of buying him breakfast Monday morning, but Noah does get up and Rachel helps him sneak out.
"I expect this bullshit to be fixed by next weekend, bro," Puck says climbing into his truck. "Saturdays are a day of rest for the Puckster."
"I know, Noah," Rachel replies. "I am sorry."
"Yeah. Yeah. You're lucky I like you."
…
When her fathers enter the kitchen, they find her sitting at the table sipping her morning coffee.
They pour themselves a mug and sit across from her.
"No breakfast?" Jake asks.
"I thought it best if we cut right to the chase," Rachel replies.
"I agree," Michael says.
"I don't believe you're being fair," Rachel begins.
"We're your fathers," Michael replies. "Of course you're going to feel that way. That's your job as a teenager."
"I suppose that's true," Rachel allows. "However, please see it from my point of view. You've trusted me to look after myself for several years now. Your sudden about face is rather abrupt and in my eyes, a bit insulting."
"Because we don't approve of who you're dating?" Jake asks. "That is an area that fathers and daughters will always disagree."
"Whom," Rachel corrects. "And I realize that's true. However, when I mentioned I was dating someone neither of you commented beyond acknowledgement. Nor did you demand to meet said person. Therefore you can imagine my surprise that you suddenly seem to care."
"Because we caught you in a compromising position," Jake replies.
"So as long as you see no evidence of relationship, it's fine?" Rachel questions. "And only if it's not thrown in your face? Because I'm sure Santana's been over when you've arrived home late at night and yet, you showed no concern."
"Because we didn't know," Michael protests.
"The same car always parked in front of our house wasn't a clue?"
"Forgive me for not being extremely observant when I come home from a long day of work," Michael says. "Are you admitting you've been taking advantage of our trust?"
"I've been living my life," Rachel replies. "Foolishly I assumed you'd be pleased that I have friends, a social life. I know that's been a concern of yours for quite a while now."
"Of course we're pleased about that, honey," Jake says. "It's just the individuals you've chosen don't have the best track records."
"No one's perfect, dad."
"Noah was careless enough to get a girl pregnant," Michael says. "That's more than a slip up."
"I agree," Rachel says. "However, it was dealt with and a lesson was learned. Besides, Noah and I are definitely not having sex."
"But you share a bed with him?" Jake questions.
"He's my best friend, dad."
"Which is why we question your choices," Jake replies.
"Because once a person makes a mistake, they can never be trusted again," Rachel says. "He's a teenage boy as you've pointed out numerous times. He's bound to do something stupid, especially if it involves sex. It's inevitable. Perhaps not to that extreme, but nonetheless."
"Of course people are allowed to make mistakes."
"And if I remember correctly," Rachel continues. "You, daddy, as a closeted teenager had a pregnancy scare yourself. The only difference was that you were lucky enough for a false positive from the home pregnancy test. It could have easily gone that way for Noah as well."
Michael groans. "Why do you tell her things?" he asks Jake.
"You told her that story," Jake reminds her.
"When I was twelve to warn me away from a similar experience. You also put me on birth control when I was fourteen," Rachel adds. "Therefore I'm finding this whole experience rife with double standards."
"I think," Jake begins. "We're having more difficulty with you being sexually active than we thought we would."
"That is understandable," Rachel allows. "However, I also feel that your issues are specifically related to Santana and I'm curious why."
"She was so cruel to you," Michael says. "How can you so easily forgive her?"
"I don't believe in holding grudges," Rachel replies. "We worked through it and ever since she's been wonderful to me."
"And her reputation?" Michael questions. "How do you know she's not messing around behind your back?"
"Because I trust her," Rachel replies. "And not to bring up an unpleasant topic, but Santana has no complaints in the sex department."
"We didn’t need to hear that," Jake says.
"Well it's how I know," Rachel shrugs.
"So you don't know for sure," Michael presses.
"I don’t have a tracker device on her," Rachel replies. "So of course I don't have definitive proof. But isn't that what a relationship is? Trust? Santana hasn't given me a reason to doubt her."
"That you know of," Michael mutters.
Rachel sighs. "I feel like we've been here before."
"I recognize that tree," Jake quips.
"I suppose you're right."
"So now what?" Rachel asks.
"We're your fathers," Jake says. "Our word is law."
"What if you're wrong?"
"We're not."
"But what if you are?" Rachel pushes.
"You're not going to change our minds," Michael replies.
"I could say the same thing."
Michael sighs. "We're not getting anywhere. Maybe we should discuss this again tomorrow."
"That sounds all right to me," Jake says.
"I suppose," Rachel adds. "I don't see what will change in twenty-four hours, but all right."
Grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge, Rachel heads back up to her room.
…
In her room, Rachel contemplates her opinions. She'd told Santana she has a plan, which isn't exactly true. She has a couple ideas, but nothing concrete. She didn't want to decide for sure until she knew what the situation is.
Well now she does and it's not good.
Rachel curses her own impatience. She wants things back to normal as soon as possible and so she pushed sooner than she had planned. She knows this could really work in her favor.
Or it could backfire and her fathers might send her away to boarding school.
As absurd as it sounds, Rachel knows it's a possibility. There are several that have excellent fine arts programs her fathers approve of. Even though it hasn't been brought up, all three of them are aware of the brochures laying on her daddy's nightstand.
So the question is, does she push more or back off and let everyone breathe.
…
Being Rachel Berry, she decides to push. Though she knows it's a bit perilous, she feels like pushing while tempers are short will work in her favor. She begins to put the next step in motion.
…
"I just don't understand what we did wrong," Jake says, pacing.
Stretched out on the bed, Michael watches him. He's still just as tense, but is finding Jake's pacing calming.
The day has been stressful. Rachel spent the whole day in her room either singing ballads full of longing or listening to musicals at full volume. When Michael knocked on her door, Rachel just snapped she was done and going to bed. Even though it was only six.
"We've raised a very stubborn, obstinate child," Michael replies.
"I would have categorized her as tenacious," Jake says.
"It's that girl," Michael growls. "She's a horrible influence on our Rachel."
"I can't believe she actually let that Puckerman boy in bed with her," Jake says. "She probably got an STD from just being around him."
"Perhaps we didn't give her enough guidance," Michael muses.
"She was always so independent," Jake adds. "Some days it didn't seem like she needed it."
Michael nods.
"I'm beginning to think we don't know our little girl at all," Jake continues.
"She's a teenager," Michael points out. "Isn't that how all parents feel?"
"I suppose," Jake allows. "But this feels different."
"Different than what?" Michael asks. "We only have one child. What could we compare this to?"
"Our own teenage years?" Jake suggests.
"I'd rather not go there," Michael says, darkly. "Some things are best left alone."
Jake stops his pacing and joins Michael on the bed. Still tense, they their hands find each other, but otherwise, each is in his own head.
"Are we doing the right thing?" Jake asks after an extended silence.
"I don't know," Michael answers. "We're trying to protect her."
"She is right," Jake points out. "We aren't around a great deal."
"She's never complai-ned before," Michael replies. "Though I suppose lately it's because she's busying associating with questionable kids."
"I've always admired her loyalty," Jake muses. "I'm not sure we're ever going to convince her of her bad choices."
"We'll think of something."
…
Santana's been waiting to hear from Rachel for almost an hour when her phone beeps.
Open your bedroom window, please.
Santana, curious, does so.
Only to find her girlfriend outside her second floor window, hanging onto a ladder.
"Please help me in," Rachel mutters.
Santana shakes her head and pulls Rachel inside.
"Like many things, that looks so much easier in the movies."
"Because those people aren't midgets," Santana teases.
"Santana Lopez, how many times have I told you not to refer to me in that manner?"
Santana's answer is the gather Rachel up off the floor and fall onto the bed with her.
"I've missed you too," Rachel says into Santana's shoulder where her face is pressed.
"It was so weird not to see you all day," Santana replies.
"For me as well," Rachel says. "But fear not. I'm staying the night."
"You can't be serious."
"I'll just sneak back into my room early tomorrow," Rachel replies. "I doubt they'll even notice."
"You sure?" Santana asks. "It's still pretty early, babe."
"I realize that," Rachel answers. "But I spent the whole day being quite loud, either singing or playing music. I'm betting that they'll be so glad it's quiet, that they'll leave me be for a while. I'm sure like me, they're getting tired of the confrontations."
"How many confrontations have you had?"
"Three," Rachel says. "But that's the most we've ever had."
"Yeah, well it helps when they're never around," Santana mutters.
Rachel nods. "It does indeed."
"But now that I've got you here, whatever should we do?"
"What about your parents?"
"It's fine," Santana replies. "I've been moping all week, so they've been leaving me alone. As long as we're not too loud, we'll be fine."
"Moping?"
"Shut up," Santana grumbles. "I miss my girlfriend."
"I love you too."
…
The next morning as Rachel is climbing back into her room, she tries to be as quiet as possible. It's later than she intended to get back. She never should have given into Santana, but morning sex is basically instinct to them. As long as Santana never refers to herself as a sex shark, Rachel is willing to indulge almost anything.
However when her feet are firmly planted on her carpet, Rachel is shocked to find her dad and daddy waiting for her.
"Hi," she gulps. Because even though she wanted to push, the expressions on their faces are rather intimidating.
"We need to talk young lady," Michael says. "Kitchen. Ten minutes."
Rachel nods.
…
When Rachel arrives in the kitchen, she makes coffee. While she's adding the water, she hears her fathers enter. They wordlessly grab coffee mugs and wait for the coffee to brew.
Michael fills three mugs. Jake adds creamer to his, while Michael drinks it black. Rachel adds brown rice syrup. Splenda might be vegan, but the chemicals in it make her cringe just to think about.
They all sit at the table and sip their beverages. All three of them know a massive argument is coming and no one is looking forward to starting it.
Finally Rachel can't take it anymore. "We may as well start it. And get it over with."
"Things will never be the same with us," Jake says.
"They're already heading in that direction, dad," Rachel replies.
Knowing she's right, Jake nods.
"If you two are done chit chatting," Michael interrupts. "I'd like to start."
"Of course, darling," Jake says.
"What the hell were you thinking? Sneaking out like that?" Michael asks Rachel.
"I was thinking I miss my girlfriend," Rachel replies.
"That's your defense?"
"It's the truth," Rachel tells him.
"You know that's not a good enough reason," Jake says.
"It is to me."
"What is it about that girl?" Michael asks. "What kind of draw does she have over you?"
Rachel tries to give the question serious thought; because it is a justifiable inquiry. Very few people would have predicted they'd last this long, herself included. Finally, she just shrugs. "I don't know. We just work. I'll be one of the first to admit we shouldn't; I can think of at least a dozen reasons without even trying. But we just do. I stopped fighting it a long time ago, daddy."
"You just do?!"
"I realize how inadequate of an explanation that is. But that's legitimately how I feel."
Michael stands, looking extremely frustrated. He begins to pace around the kitchen.
"The problem is, honey," Jake says. "There's nothing in that statement we can argue."
"I understand that, but--"
"It's teenager logic," Jake continues. "Meaning we'll never get anywhere if there's nothing to debate."
"I'm not sure what you want me to say dad," Rachel answers. "You want me to list the reasons I love Santana? Because I can do that. One, she's a romantic, but only shows it to a few people. Two, she stopped the slushies at school. Three, she understands that my attitude and ego are defensive mechanisms, just as I understand bitchiness and mockery are hers. Four, when we're being intimate, she--"
"Okay, we get the picture," Michael interrupts.
"I realize you have concerns," Rachel says. "And I'll admit they're valid. However, if you really knew her and saw us together, you might understand."
"So what? We're supposed to invite her over to dinner, all sit down, have a nice chat and then suddenly everything with be okay?" Michael asks.
"Ideally."
"If we did that," Jake starts, shushing Michael when he tries to interrupt. "And we decided then she's not good enough for you, would you end it?"
"Certainly not."
Jake sighs as Michael growls.
"Then what would be the point of this little meet and greet," Michael asks.
"As the person I'm dating, I thought you'd like to get to know her better," Rachel answers. "Why is this so difficult for you?"
"Maybe because the boys you've brought home before were definitely not catches," Jake answers. "And yet you insisted it would be all right."
"And where did that leave you?" Michael breaks in. "Heartbroken. We're just trying to protect me."
"I'm fine," Rachel answers. "I realize my past romantic endeavors hardly give credence to this, but I've learned from my mistakes."
"Fine," Michael says. "Just because I'm your father, doesn't mean I know anything. If you're fine with her dragging you down and breaking your heart, so be it."
"Daddy."
"But I don't want to hear or see the consequences. If you're so sure you're an adult, then you can deal with it yourself."
"Don't you think you're being a little harsh?" Jake asks.
"You heard her. She knows better than us. She's learned so much in her mere seventeen years that she doesn’t need any advice from our life experience."
"Daddy."
"It's too late, Rachel," Michael says. "If you're willing to go to such lengths to see that girl, then who am I to get in your way?"
"You raised me to be this way," Rachel snaps. "So maybe you shouldn't be so bitter about the results."
SLAP
"Michael!" Jake exclaims.
The other two ignore him. Rachel's hand instinctively goes to her cheek while she glares back at Michael. She can see the regret in his eye, but he doesn't try to take back his actions.
"I see," Rachel says quietly. "I'm sorry you feel that way, daddy."
"I could say the same about you," Michael replies.
"Don't be like this, you two," Jake says. "Between the three of us, we should be able to come up with a compromise."
"I don't think so, Jake," Michael says. "Rachel's asserting her independence and we have to respect that."
"Wait. What?"
"I am sorry, honey," Michael tells Rachel. "I wish things were different."
"I do too, daddy," Rachel replies.
…
"Okay, so what just happened, down there?" Jake asks Michael after they retreat to their bedroom to talk.
"We've left her to grow up on her own," Michael replies. "I foolishly thought that us being her fathers would be enough for that not to matter. I was wrong."
"You're just tired of butting heads with her," Jake points out.
"I am," Michael admits. "She and I are too alike, it would have been an eternal stalemate."
"So?"
"It's exhausting," Michael says. "And most likely futile."
"We're her fathers."
"She doesn't see it that way," Michael replies. "Our attempts at a career and creating a Broadway star have backfired on us. She no longer sees us as legitimate parental figures."
"She's been telling us for years that it was fine," Jake protests.
"Would we have changed things if she had said otherwise?" Michael questions.
"Of course we would have," Jake replies. "She's our little girl. I would have no problem--"
"Jake," Michael interrupts. "Think before you speak. Would you have done things differently?"
Jake sighs and thinks for a moment. "No," he says finally.
Michael looks triumphant. Well, triumphant, yet remorseful.
"So we just return to our normal routine and pretend not to see things?"
"I welcome your alternative suggestion."
Jake just sighs again.
…
In the bathroom, Rachel examines her cheek. There is a distinctly large red handprint visible. Touching it makes her cringe slightly which means it's going to noticeable for days. She sighs. Thank god she's well versed in stage make up; she'll be able to cover it easily. She only hopes Santana won't take it the wrong way.
In her room, she texts Santana that she'll be at her house for Sunday dinner. Just as she's hitting send, her phone rings. It isn't her girlfriend, but instead Marisa wondering if Rachel wants to hang out. Looking at the time, tells her it's still morning, so she agrees.
Before she leaves, she receives confirmation from Santana that the Lopezs' are expecting her at 6:30. She grabs her things, calls out to her fathers that she's going out and bounds down the stairs.
…
At exactly 6:27, Rachel is ringing the Lopez doorbell. The door is answered quickly, but to her surprise it isn't Santana, but Felix that opens the door.
"Hey little sister," he greets.
"Hello Felix," Rachel replies, stepping inside. "What a pleasant surprise."
"Well when I heard you and baby sis were having trouble, I thought I better stop by and offer my assistance."
"You mean drop in, get some free food and then mock me mercilessly," Santana interrupts.
Rachel smirks as she pulls Santana into her for a hug.
"Isn't that what I just said?" Felix grins.
"You're lucky Rachel likes you," Santana growls.
"Or what?" Felix asks. "I'm your brother."
"Well it's lovely to see you again, Felix," Rachel says. "It's so sweet of you to show your support in this time of crisis."
Felix's grin grows. "Well, I understand. Santana can be quite a handful. It's completely reasonable that your dads would have issues with her."
"Yes, well, it's more than that," Rachel replies. "But since it's been resolved, I supposed it doesn't matter anymore."
"I told you, San," Felix says, elbowing her. "Trust your girl."
"And I told you I did," Santana snaps. "Doesn't mean I can't be a little worried."
"Awww, you're so cute, Sanny," Felix coos.
"Shut up, Felix," Santana growls.
"You two, stop fighting and let the poor girl into the house," Clara calls from the kitchen. "Making her stand in the hallway and deal with your bickering is rude."
"Yes mom."
"Sorry mom," Santana adds.
"May I escort you to the table?" Felix asks Rachel, offering his arm.
Rachel giggles and accepts. Grumbling, Santana follows the pair.
…
After dinner, Santana drags Rachel up to her room. She wants more details than the light hearted and obviously censored version Rachel gave her family.
"So that's it then?" Santana asks.
"Basically? Yes," Rachel replies.
"I sense a but in there."
Rachel nods. "There definitely is, but essentially things will return to normal at my house."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"Am I missing something here?" Santana asks.
"Well my relationship with my fathers is completely altered," Rachel offers. "And in most likely hood, though they'll support me financially, because they can afford it; emotionally, most likely not."
"What?"
"Though it's not like they were before," Rachel continues. "But the possibility was always there. And now it's not."
"How can you remain so calm?"
"I see no other way to be," Rachel replies. "I always suspected this outcome. It's the most logical one. I just didn't think it would come to a head so quickly. I had anticipated another week, maybe two."
"And you're okay with it?" Santana asks.
"No, of course not," Rachel says. "But I can't change it. And though it hurts. A lot. It really is the best possible outcome."
"How can you say that?"
"Because the only two choices were you or them," Rachel responds.
"How is that fair? Or right?"
"It's neither," Rachel replies. "It just is."
"I just don't understand how you can be so apathetic about it."
"Because I'm emotionally exhausted and I'd rather not deal with it at the moment," Rachel tells her. "My fathers quote unquote supported me in my youth and I'm hoping you'll support me in the future. That is why I'm okay with how things turned out."
"Ummm…"
"Listen, San," Rachel starts. "I know we joke about it a lot. But I have no expectations of you beyond high school."
"Rachel…"
"I'm serious, tiger," Rachel continues. "Right now, it's me and you. And I'd love it if it continues that way for a long time, but we both know shit happens."
"Yeah, but still--"
"So let's just enjoy it," Rachel says. "I'd like everything to return to normal. I liked how things were going."
"I do too."
"Okay. Good. Then it's settled," Rachel says.
…
"Going so soon," Felix says as Rachel comes down the stairs.
"It's getting rather late," Rachel replies. "I should really get home and prepare for another week of McKinley."
"Yeah, that place can be brutal," Felix agrees.
"It's gotten better."
"I'm glad," Felix replies. "And this thing with your dads is fixed?"
Rachel shrugs. "As much as it's going to be."
"But they're okay with you and Santana?" Felix presses.
"No, but I convinced them they have to just trust my judgment and allow me to make my own mistakes."
"Oh."
"It's not ideal, but what else can I do?" Rachel asks.
"I don't know," Felix replies. "But I'm glad you're sticking around for a while."
"Me too."
"Can I walk you to your car?"
Rachel giggles. "That would be lovely, thank you."
…
Rachel returns home to a darken house. She knows her dad is at least at home, he has to pack for his two weeks on the road, but she's willing to bet her daddy went to the office and is most likely going to stay late, even though it's a Sunday.
Sighing, she climbs the stairs and goes to her room. She meant what she said to Santana, this really is the best possible outcome. Still, she wishes it could have turned out different.
…
Monday morning Quinn is surprised that she still hasn't been lectured by Rachel or threatened by Santana. She's been waiting for some sort of reaction to the extended make out session she had with Brittany, but there's none. It seems the blonde didn't share the information with anyone, which kind of surprises Quinn. She knows Brittany and Santana don't have secrets. But it seems, for once, Brittany's keeping quiet and allowing Quinn to deal with her feelings however she feels necessary.
She appreciates it because there was a part of Quinn that wondered if it was Rachel specifically she's attracted to or if she really and truly is gay.
Based off her experience Thursday afternoon, Quinn knows gay is more likely. And she admits she's still having difficulties with that. So, she appreciates the time and space to deal with it.
Maybe she'll take Brittany up on her offer of another afternoon session.
…
Monday morning, Puck opens his locker and finds a McDonald's bag sitting on the shelf. Inside the bag are three bacon, egg and cheese McGriddles™. He grins. His bro always follows up on her promises beyond his expectations.
He unwraps one and takes a huge bite. He could really go for a blue raspberry slushie now, though.
…
Monday, Finn is surprised when he makes it to lunchtime without being mocked, belittled or shoved into something. He racks his brain and can't remember hearing about some other big scandal that might have distracted the other jocks from going after him, but nonetheless, he's grateful. Maybe this means one day Puck can forgive him. And that Rachel or Santana will never find out. He shudders at the thought.
So he eats his lunch quietly and tries to keep his head down. It's the safest course of action he can think of.