No Name (Yet) Designs' First Petite Top Model

The last few weeks of their life in New York had been mostly uneventful. Santana had decided to entail herself in a self-imposed "sabbatical leave" and no matter how many times Rachel explained that a Sabbatical Leave would not be a Sabbatical Leave unless she actually had a job, Santana still refused to attend the last three interviews she had lined up. Rachel prattled and nagged her to no end about confidence and self-esteem and money but Santana simply replied that she's banking on Rachel's future success to pay all the bills.

"But what about your career!" Rachel persisted.

"That's why you've got to practice for your audition so that when you get the part and rock the play thereby gaining a whole shit load of cash, we can have enough something-somethings to bribe my interviewers to give me a job," Santana said matter-of-factly. Rachel sighed exasperated before throwing a diva fit and storming away from the house.

Kurt had gone all around New York's upscale shops to present his designs but after a week of fruitless wandering he had taken to locking himself in the room demanding not to be disturbed until dinnertime. Rachel, finding that Santana was not responding to her nagging as well as she hoped, focused her energy on prattling and nagging Kurt about confidence and self-esteem and money, but like Santana Kurt had given her an equally annoying and negative response.

"Kurt! You mustn't let those snotty high fashion posers get the best of you! Your designs are fabulous and flawless and you must go back out there and shove those designs on their faces! If Ugly Betty could do this than I am sure you are more than capable of trumping her!" Rachel said knocking on Kurt's door and yelling.

All she got was, "Don't bother me until dinnertime! I swear this is big!"

Even Noah was spoiling her days. He had become a permanent fixture in their apartment. He jogged with Rachel every morning, ate dinner with them, drank coffee with Rachel, discussed plans to kill the Thing with Rachel and he watched Freaky Fridays with them which is a tradition Kurt, Rachel and Santana had started where they watch horror movies every Friday. Lately though, he had become frequently absent. He was always missing from his apartment, he never came anymore and he missed so many of their jogging sessions.

Rachel was getting more and more frustrated as the weeks went by especially with the bills pouring in and Noah being missing—not that she cared or anything. She was just mad that her one grip of sanity (okay, did she just call Noah as her one grip of sanity?) was slowly slipping away for some unknown reason.

"What's wrong with you?" Santana said as she poured the freshly popped popcorn unto a big bowl. Rachel had been muttering and grumbling under her breath for the last twenty minutes as she neatly arranged the salt-free pretzels on a tray.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" Rachel said dramatically putting hand to her chest.

"Ugh. Yes, Ray what's wrong with you?" Santana said rolling her eyes. Rachel didn't answer but continued to mutter unintelligibly.

"Fine! If you don't want to tell me….," Santa trailed off knowing full well that Rachel could not resist telling her.

"My dignity has just been diminished!" Rachel cried violently crushing a pretzel.

"Fuck! Don't crush the pretzels!" Santana said slapping Rachel's hand away. "They're fifty cents a piece," she added as she began to salvage the crushed pretzel.

"You know what I had to do today? I had to do the most painful and most undignified act in the world!" Rachel ranted as she began to pace back and forth in their kitchen.

"Oh no. You started dressing like some sort anime character whose clothes are designed for an Asian's specific fetish again, right?" Santana sighed.

"No! I had to call my dads!" Rachel wailed putting emphasis on each word.

"But I thought you weren't homophobic?" Santana said a little confused.

"I'm not homophobic, obviously. I've been living with them for the past twenty-three years!" Rachel explained tiredly.

"Then I don't get why you've been stripped of your dignity by calling your dads," Santana shrugged. Rachel's nostrils flared before stepping towards Santana with a pretzel swinging in her hand.

"I am a grown woman who by the way has above average mental capacity, astonishing beauty, a darling personality—''

Santana chuckled and coughed lightly at the words "darling personality".

"A spectacular body and out of this world talent so it is expected that I will become successful and bask in the glory of laughing at little, insignificant people over a short span of time without having to resort to asking my fathers for money," Rachel yelled swinging the pretzel around.

"Whose cat is dying?" Kurt asked grumpily as he entered the kitchen.

"More like a twenty-three year old trapped in a screaming, PMSing grandma's body," Santana said sarcastically prying the pretzel loose from Rachel's fingers.

Kurt looked took in Rachel's flushed face and cranky exterior before promptly ignoring her and grabbing the pretzel from Santana's hand.

"I don't get," Kurt said leaning against the counter.

"Rachel's dignity is demolished because she called dad and daddy up," Santana said grabbing the tray of pretzels and heading out to the living room. Rachel grumpily followed with bowl of popcorn with Kurt in two.

"She lived with two gay dads her whole life. How could she be homophobic?" Kurt asked.

"Well whatever Rachel's problem is…..we have money!" Santana said excitedly.

Kurt's eyes flashed opened and Rachel snorted in an irritated fashion as they all gathered around their plasma screen TV. Kurt looked groggy and tired but he perked up considerably at the word "money".

"How did we get the money? Did someone hijack someone or oh…wait….someone got assassinated right? Oh no…wait! One of you two played Hello Titty in exchange for some ka-chings!" Kurt ranted his fatigue look slowly wearing away.

"Don't talk ridiculous bullshit. We didn't hijack or kill anyone and the only people who we played Hello Titty is, is with each other—just kidding Queen. Rachel's gay dads gave her some dough," Santana said rolling her eyes.

"Gay people are reverently known for their generosity," Kurt said nodding proudly.

"So what's that news about two drag queens stabbing each other with their heels all because the other drag wouldn't share his weave?" Santana said smiling a self-satisfied smirk.

"The point is it's really shameful that after all these years I still couldn't do it on my own. I'm twenty-five and I still need to ask money from my dads!" Rachel spat.

"I don't get what you're bitching about. I'm twenty-five and my parents still give me the really lame-ass sex talk. Do you know that they called me up in the middle of the night to remind me how a condom works? Like, hello I've been humping people since forever and I know how to put a condom on my lady part using just my tongue," Santana bragged shamelessly.

"That was extremely disturbing," Kurt said quietly.

"Well, I don't care. It's still weird to ask money from them when I'm supposed to be independent," Rachel said taking a bite off her pretzel.

"It's money. Who cares if it's from two gays? Gays are awesome," Santana said matter-of-factly.

"Hear, hear!" Kurt and Rachel said promptly. After that Rachel let the whole money thing go and they focused on choosing the movie they will watch. Santana had bought three DVDs. Rachel used to be the one to pick out the movies but Santana and Kurt had learned their lesson after she continuously picked out movies that were too….scary.

Surprisingly Rachel was not the kind of person who got scared easily. She believed that horror movies were stupid and ridiculous and they rely too much on special effects rather than a substantial plot line so to prevent herself from getting bored she usually picks out movies that are extremely scary. Santana and Kurt however, did not share her sentiments.

They were halfway in watching a movie about someone who lives in a haunted house (which in Rachel's opinion, was incredibly lame and cheesy; she honestly had no idea what Kurt and Santana gets worked up about) when Rachel noticed that something was off. They were able to fit into their miniscule couch (courtesy of Burt Hummel) comfortably, she could not feel a protective arm around her and no one was constantly shaking her in an attempt to scare her.

"Where's Noah?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

"Mother-F!" Rachel said jumping in her seat as Santana and Kurt yelled.

"Shit, Ray! You scared the living shit out me!" Santana muttered.

"I just asked a question—''

" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

"You two are getting ridiculous! Nothing scary is even on the screen!" Rachel spat.

"Well you don't have to talk in such a scary way," Kurt whispered fearfully.

"You two are impossible," Rachel snapped before returning her attention on screen. She momentarily forgot about her noticing Puck's absence as she watched the main character slowly die of some unknown sickness when Santana suddenly spoke up, "Why do you care if Puck's not here?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

"What?"

"The movie is so rated R.," Kurt whispered frantically.

"Why would you say that?" Rachel frowned finding nothing to be scary at all and wanting to avoid Santana's question.

"The ghost just peed in her room. Now if that doesn't get your panties in a twist then I don't know what will," Kurt said.

"Now that shit is scary," Santana said digging his nails unto Kurt's arm. However after a few more minutes of unnecessary screaming (according to Rachel) Santana and Kurt's attention snapped back at Rachel.

"So what's this about you noticing that our delicious bonbon is missing?" Kurt asked with a glint in his eye.

"It's nothing….it's just that…..did you just call Noah our delicious bonbon?" Rachel said giving Kurt a critical eye.

"Omigawd! You said it! You said Noah not Puck!" Kurt squealed.

"Well….that's because…..because….I think Puck is a stupid name!" Rachel answered feebly as she edged away from Kurt only to slam into Santana who promptly questioned her, "So do I detect a hint of jealousy when Kurt said that Puck was our delicious bonbon—whatever that is?"

"A bonbon is an expensive term for a guy who has a nice ass," Kurt chirped before adding a wink.

"It's just that…well…..," Rachel said losing a cohesive train of thought.

"Don't want to share Ray?" Santana mewed dangerously crawling towards Rachel.

"Upset that Puck is a no-show?" Kurt purred taking cue from Santana who was slowly creeping up to Rachel. He skirted towards her as Santana drew nearer at the opposite side caging Rachel in. Rachel's face was turning into a violent shade of purple as Santana and Kurt sidled towards her at opposite ends. Just as Rachel was sure that she would die of suffocation from the intense bubble of gossip and intrigue Kurt and Santana had her wrapped in the door gave a rattle and the characters on the TV gave bloodcurdling scream prompting Santana and Kurt to give off another one of their (in Rachel's opinion) absolutely unnecessary screams.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

"Um…..hi?"

The three of them turned to find a teenage boy with an oily face in a uniform with a giant plastic pail in his hand.

"Who's that?" Rachel asked glaring at the boy.

"No one," Kurt said edgily.

"Fuck that noise," Santana spat before twisting her whole body and saying, "Who are you and what's with the bucket?"

"I'm from 'Crabby's Underwater Diet Chow and—''

Suddenly Kurt, to the shock of Santana and Rachel, he pounced on him, tackling him and pinning him on the ground while muffling his mouth. Santana tried to hide her laughter while Rachel looked absolutely flabbergasted.

"Crabby…what?" Santana said trying to choke down the laughter that was building inside of her.

"What on earth is going on? I have had enough of this cockamamie nonsense! ," Rachel said snippily.

"Ow!" Kurt squealed pulling his hand back.

"He bit me!" Kurt accused.

"You owe me fifteen dollars!" the boy cried struggling against Kurt's grasp.

"Fifteen….fifteen….fifteen! Dollars! Whatever for?" Rachel screeched.

"Please tell me you're not talking about this kooky stuff?" Santana said suspiciously sniffing the bucket the boy previously brought in.

"That's shrimp paste!" the boy gasped.

"Ew!" Santana and Rachel said unison.

"I would never order shit like this! It's just plain nasty!" Santana said shoving the bucket to Rachel who promptly set in on the ground and kicked it to where Kurt was pinning the boy.

"Well someone ordered it and I am staying here until I get paid my fifteen dollars!" Crabby's Underwater Diet Chow's shrimp past delivery boy declared freeing himself from Kurt's straddling.

"None of us ordered such a disgusting excuse for something edible!" Rachel said as she tried to ease Kurt out of the boy's way.

"Yeah who would order such a piece of shit! And what's with you Queen! I knew you were into a skinnies but damn!" Santana said helping Rachel pull Kurt away from the boy.

"Yes, Kurt! What ever possessed you to behave so irrationally that you tackled this perfectly innocent but undeniably rude boy to the ground in such an awkward and….and….," Rachel stuttered as she probed for an appropriate description.

"…Sexual?..."

Rachel looked uncomfortable for a moment before finally saying, "Sexual. In such an awkward and sexual manner! I am ashamed of you! A man your age should already be able to calm your hormones down!"

"Yeah, Queen, calm your hormones down," Santana echoed with a disapproving tone.

"So could someone just …you…know….pay me the fifteen dollars and I'll be on my way…," the boy said with a nervous edge as he realized that the guy that just previously straddled him was gay.

"We are not paying fifteen dollars for something we did not order!" Rachel yelled.

"Damn straight!" Santana added. Both of them looked at Kurt for another shout of approval but Kurt only slunk away looking scared before saying a faint, "Yeah!"

"Hey listen, lady! Someone did order the shrimp paste and if no one's forking over the fifteen dollars I'm calling the cops!" the boy threatened. Santana stepped forward in a threatening manner before saying in a harsh whisper, "Want to bet junior?"

"Okay! Okay! Time out!" Rachl called and everybody froze.

"This matter should not be implicated any further," Rachel said elbowing Santana out of the way.

"What she said," the boy said edgily as Santana stalked away.

"Delivery boys always carry a slip that states the list of orders. Just say the name of the person who ordered from this building and if it doesn't match any of our names then you've obviously been mistaken," Rachel said calmly. Santana looked disappointed that she would not be able to dick him but the boy nodded quickly before turning his pockets for the slip.

"Well….the dude who ordered from this building is called…a Mr. Kurt Hummel?" the boy said before looking up.

Santana and Rachel had already diverted their attention from the boy to Kurt who was guiltily examining his nails.

"What the fuck Queen?" Santana snapped.

Kurt grunted before admitting, "It's my time of the month."

"Your time of the…what?" Rachel said sounding confused.

"You know….that time. You guys have it to. You get cranky and eat all sorts of nasty stuff like ketchup and chocolate for Rachel and boogers for Santana," Kurt said looking at both of them meaningfully.

Santana said scratching her head, "I don't get it….I only eat my boogers when I have my—''

"It's my friggin period, okay!" Kurt yelled.

The delivery boy simply shifted awkwardly.

"Period? You have a period?" Rachel said flabbergasted.

"So Queen….you had your orgasms—''

"Organs," Rachel corrected.

"Organs changed. You got your boy-howdy changed to a flower?"

"No," Kurt said looking down. Rachel started to open her mouth when Kurt interrupted, "But gays have this thing called the gay menstruation period."

"The gay menstruation period," Rachel repeated slowly.

"Okay, this is really uncomfortable," the boy said.

"It's like when a girl menstruates except we don't secrete blood. We experience a period of emotional turmoil which includes crankiness and a love for weird food like chocolate and ketchup and boogers. Mine just happens to be shrimp paste," Kurt explained calmly and a little annoyed.

Rachel gave an annoyed snort before fishing a twenty from her pocket and shoving it to the delivery boy. He took it before giving a bow. As he frantically made his way out, he stopped for a moment before turning to Santana and saying, "You eat boogers during your menstruation?"

"Out!" Rachel screeched before pushing the boy outside and storming into her bedroom.

…

As Kurt spooned the shrimp paste unto his mouth Rachel silently cleaned the bowls and trays although she occasionally banged the trays and silverware against the sink, making a loud noise. Santana simply sat on the counter flicking dirt from her nails while Kurt continued to guiltily eat the shrimp paste. Finally after a long period of silence Kurt blurted out, shrimp paste flying everywhere, "I'm sorry, okay!"

Santana sighed and rolled her eyes before saying snippily, "I was wondering when there would be noise. Being with Rachel in a room without any noise whatsoever is like the Apocalypse."

Rachel finished cleaning their silverware with one loud bang, before sweeping the trays and bowls to one side and turning to glare at Kurt and Santana.

"Why would you do that! You know how tight we are in money!" Rachel snapped.

"I'm sorry but while I was working on it in my extremely miniscule bedroom I had the craving for shrimp paste and you know that if I crave something I would stop at nothing to get it!" Kurt said defensively.

"Then what's with the whole gay-menstruation thing?" Santana asked confused.

"I just made that up," Kurt admitted before adding quickly, "You two are like…psycho when you get mad."

"The point is, you know that we don't have enough money to purchase absolutely unnecessary things!" Rachel yelled.

"Santana brought some earring that costs twenty dollars!" Kurt accused suddenly.

"What?" Rachel said looking at Santana.

"Backstabber!" Santana yelled.

"And come on Ray, the earrings were butterflies! Butterflies!" Santana said pleadingly shaking her.

"We could've used that money to pay part of the bills!" Rachel sputtered.

"See? My shrimp paste is a mere dust particle compared to her huge-assed spend!" Kurt said.

"Shut up Queen!" Santana barked before turning at Rachel, "And don't go being all righteous yourself Ray! I happen to know that you bought a nice anklet yourself!" Santana snapped accusingly.

"They were at a very reasonable price!" Rachel argued weakly.

"Well, I love shrimp paste!" Kurt yelled drowning out the arguments issuing forth from Santana and Rachel's mouth.

Santana and Rachel looked at Kurt curiously wondering what led to his absolutely random outburst. Kurt shrank away sheepishly saying, "I just felt the need to say that."

"The point is we really should stop spending on such unnecessary things," Rachel sighed breathlessly.

"Well I'll let go of the fact that you two spent most of our money on shrimp paste and ankle bracelets—''

"Darling, you spent twice as much as that on a pair of earrings!" Kurt screeched.

"They were a worthy investment!" Santana shot back.

"And so was the shrimp paste!" Kurt yelled back.

"Everybody shut the fuck up!" Rachel snapped peevishly. Santana and Kurt stared at Rachel, taken aback by her use of profanity since Rachel never resorts to using it. Rachel glared at both of them, lingering on each one before proceeding to perform her famous diva storm-out to the living room. Kurt and Santana trailed after her with Santana dipping her pointer finger into the shrimp paste and licking it.

"We need to think of a practical solution to this abhorring situation and the only elucidation I ruminate upon on is if the two of you would get your asses—''

"Oh, sweet lord Jesus!" Kurt said slapping a hand over his forehead as Santana stood in shock as Rachel used another bad word.

"That's right! I'll use as many profane and illicit language as I want because I am very disgusted by both of you and the decisions you've both made to just give up!" Rachel ranted.

"Actually Ray, this shrimp paste is really good. Definitely worth the fifteen dollars. I think my booger fetish has just been replaced," Santana said thoughtfully breaking the long lapse of silence that followed after Rachel's rant.

Rachel let out a frustrated growl before falling back on the couch, a frustrated look etched on her face. Santana sighed apathetically before spooning some shrimp paste while Kurt hurriedly went towards Rachel and plopped down beside her. Kurt looked at Rachel looking extremely nervous and another pause of silence ensued.

"Divalicious….."

"What?" Rachel exhaled loudly.

"You know that you're the most beautiful, the most talented, absolutely the most gorgeous—''

"Oh hell no! The totally baseless compliments are rolling. Something big is so about to happen," Santana said excitedly plopping down on the couch next to Rachel.

"Go on," Rachel said ignoring Santana's comments.

"And you are such a smart lady who makes great, sensible decisions—''

"Cut to the chase Queen! My hoo-ha is wilting," Santana said sarcastically.

"Santana! Let him continue! If he's going to give me bad news I might as well feel good about it," Rachel said slapping Santana's arm.

"About how much money your fathers are sending are we talking about here?" Kurt asked looking Rachel evenly at they eye.

"About three thousand. Why?" Rachel asked suspiciously.

"Look, the whole money problem thing is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about," Kurt breathed nervously.

"I don't quite follow you," Rachel said raising a brow.

"Rachel…Divalicious, honey….the reason why I've been so cooped up in my room is because….I've been thinking of putting up my own design emporium," Kurt finaly said.

Santana looked confused while Rachel had a look of knowing about her.

"I don't get it," Santana admitted.

"It means that I won't go around door to door selling my designs any longer because….because I'm going to set up a place of my own," Kurt explained with a nervous edge.

"Oh…oh…OH!" Santana exclaimed.

"Yeah. And to do that…..I need a capital amount. I have virtually nothing in the bank so…"

Kurt turned to look at Rachel was sitting rigidly at the couch averting her gaze from Kurt's.

"As a friend….Divalicious….I really….really…. need this. I cannot stress enough how much I want this. So if you could lend me the money your fathers are about to give you….then I swear I'll be your personal slave FOREVER! And when I get my first award as a designer the first person I'll mention is you," Kurt said progressing from a slow stutter to a jumbled rush.

"Kurt…you know how I fully support you in all your dreams—''

"Oh come on Ray! Give Queen a chance! If it were me I would like give him everything…..after I spent some on a Channel bag!" Santana quipped.

"But we are tight in our budgets with all these bills we need to pay—''

"Rachel as a friend, please…" Kurt pleaded shaking her.

"And what you are proposing is such a big risk—''

"Ray!" Santana broached.

"Divalicious! Come on! Just take a leap of faith!" Kurt roared with prevalent anger.

"But I trust you fully," Rachel finished silencing Kurt and Santana's frantic screams.

There was silence before Santana let out a low whistle and said, "Wow. I feel like such a risk taker."

"Me too," Kurt said starting to feel the pressure.

"I fully trust in your designing capabilities," Rachel said sounding tense.

"Me too. You're the shit Hummel," Santana said giving Kurt a pat on the back.

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief before saying, "I won't let you guys down."

…

Rachel went to bed that evening with a weight on her shoulder. She felt very annoyed that her friends thrust her into this situation but at the same time she could not help but feel a twinge of guilt for even thinking about denying Kurt money for his designs. It was absolute hypocrisy on her part if she did. She had campaigned fiercely regarding following one's dreams no matter what. She toyed with the frayed ends of her pillow case.

She felt as if she was the mother of Santana and Kurt, working furiously to keep all of them together and alive with a roof above their heads and food in their mouth. Kurt and Santana seemed to not have a concept of how money works and they didn't seem to have a concern over the bills pouring in either.

She was tired and worn out from all that needless stressing over money. She contemplated on whether she should have made the decision of withholding the money from Kurt but then guilt overrode this thought again. She thought back on what happened after she had agreed. Kurt immediately jumped off to his room. He came back with a pile of papers.

"My inspiration for this design is….wait for it….you guys," he had said. He immediately drew out a few designs that Rachel saw was something she liked and would wear.

"I call this the 'Rachel' collection. Not a single thing in here is lower than the knee or an incarnation of any sort of pants," Kurt said proudly. Santana laughed before high-fiving Kurt. Rachel took the paper she held out and went through them. There was one piece with a short dreamy skirt that fell off mid-thigh and bare-shoulder blouse with intricate lace designs at the edges.

"The 'Rachel' collection. An embodiment of subtle sexy, a reminisce of innocence but with a rough edge and of course…it is what I like to call expensive sex in clothes form," Kurt explained as Rachel and Santana leafed through the designs.

"Expensive sex?" Rachel said pensively.

"Well you do have that look where you look as if you would not have sex with anyone for less than six million dollars," Santana snickered.

"Well said," Kurt nodded.

"Well I must say I really would wear these," Rachel said impressed.

"I know. What I had just basically done was review your whole previous wardrobe back in high school and upgrading it so it would actually look wearable," Kurt said while Rachel scrunched her nose.

"Ooohhh. What about me Queen? What about the 'Santana' collection?" Santana asked excitedly.

"Hmm…..Santana…" Kurt said taking out a few designs. He took a wad of papers out, held by a paper clip. Rachel and Santana examined them and saw that the pieces were mostly very bare-all and there was lots of lace involved.

"The 'Santana' collection is a full of statement pieces that just scream aggressive sexy," Kurt said as Santana nodded approvingly.

"I must say you got Santana's sense of style right on," Rachel said taking a look at some of the designs.

"I know. I just modified Santana's clothes so it wouldn't look too hoochy," Kurt said proudly.

"Watch it Queen!" Santana said in a warning tone.

"Then….of course….who can forget about Rachel's delicious little bonbon, Noah Puckerman—''

"He is in no way my delicious 'little bonbon'!" Rachel cried before adding, "And please stop calling him that! It's creepy."

"I'll ignore you totally jealous-motivated comment," Kurt said snippily before continuing, "The 'Puck' collection is a collection of pieces that embody 'badassness' and 'studliness' and the like but without looking too lumber jack or nineteen eighties."

"N—Puck does not dress like a lumberjack!" Rachel said defensively. Kurt and Santana looked at each other wickedly before proceeding to do another series of unabashedly grilling and questioning Rachel about her relationship with Puck.

Rachel wrinkled her nose as she thought about these. She was just friends with Noah and that was all. It was nothing more than good friendship. Santana and Kurt were completely being ridiculous. As Rachel continued to play with edges of her pillow case her thoughts turned back on Kurt's fashion emporium. Even if it managed to be successful it could take months, maybe even years. They would need marketing, a proper place to set up the clothes and most importantly the clothes themselves had to be materialized.

Rachel laid back on her bed and drew a long breath. Kurt had already told them that he planned on asking a neighborhood seamstress to make only one piece for each collection while the rest of the money will be used for advertising and getting the place. Santana and Kurt planned on scouting the upperside of New York for the right place while Rachel declined saying that she must practice her lines and songs for the upcoming play she was about to audition. Well, at least Kurt and Santana now have something to occupy their time with.

Thinking about it, she realized that she had to get this part. Otherwise if she doesn't find a way to generate incoming quick then their dreams of New York might crash and burn.

…

"No more talk of darkness….Forget these wide-eyed fears….."

Rachel was interrupted by the sound of the door knocking. Kurt and Santana had gone scouting for the right place and she was alone in their apartment practicing her lines. She was singing "All I Ask of You" when someone knocked on the door. She reverently prayed that it wasn't Mr. Scherbatsky as he had taken to stalking her after their encounter. She had just put her Jacob Ben-Israel days behind her and she did want them to be re-ignited. She opened the door to find a cranky-looking Puck with a pizza box in one hand.

"Mind if I crash here for awhile. Just until my douchebag of a landlord lets off my case," he asked sheepishly.

"Of course," Rachel said. She let him enter and Puck flopped down on the couch.

"You missed Freaky Friday," Rachel noted.

"I know," Puck said.

"What have you been up to?" Rachel asked.

"Nothing," he murmured averting is gaze.

Seeing that Puck obviously did not wan to delve deeper into this matter she changed the subject by pointing at the box and asking, "What's that?"

"Oh yeah. I got you these," Puck said handing the box over to Rachel who opened it and said sarcastically, "Wow. Half-eaten moldy pizza. What an effort!"

"I know right?" Puck smiled. Rachel laughed before putting the box aside and continuing to practice her lines. Puck practice with her although he only insisted on reading the Phantom's line as he was bad-ass.

"Hey, where's Kurt and Satantana?" Puck asked looking around the apartment.

Rachel sighed before confessing to Puck about Kurt's plans and her worries that it might not push through and the result they will all get is one hot mess.

"….I absolutely believe in his capabilities but—are you listening to me?" Rachel demanded as she saw that Puck was instead fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"Yeah I was. That was pretty ballsy of you," Puck shrugged.

"Do you think I made the right decision?" Rachel asked.

"No."

"What?"

"You should've given the money to me," Puck laughed. Rachel playfully slapped him when the door burst open and in came Kurt and Santana looking excited.

"I take it that your search went well?" Rachel asked.

"Fabulous, divalicious! It went fabulously well! The place we found is perfect!" Kurt said squealing up and down.

"But what about the—''

"It was a little expensive but don't worry. I took care of that," Santana said with a mischievous smile.

"I had done a little computing—''

"He can count!" Santana announced mockingly.

"And I realized that we have a little extra from the clothes and the rent for the first month. And the little extra is just enough to get a really small billboard add!" Kurt squealed.

Rachel stood up and hugged him while Puck continued to fiddle with his shirt.

"And that's not the only awesome news I bring! I decided that you guys will be my models!" Kurt said. The room fell silent for a second before the voice of Rachel said, "Don't you think me and Santana are a little too short to be models?"

"Yes, you guys are but I can't afford to hire models and you guys are hot so…."

"Well, I'm all for it," Santana shrugged.

"You too Puck," Kurt said.

"What?"

"Yes, you'll join them. You've certainly got the build and you're attractive enough," Kurt said.

"I don't know….I'm kind of tied up…."

"Come on dickhead. It's really as easy as posing in front of a camera. A scatterbrain like you should be able to at least handle it," Santana goaded.

"Yeah, I can handle it," Puck scoffed.

"It's settled then," Kurt said with some finality before adding, "I fee like Tyra! Imagine! No Name designs first petite top model!"

"You haven't come up with a name?" Rachel cried surprised.

"Yet."

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Thanks for all the reviews! Keep on clicking that review button:) So any way, I'm sorry that it took me forever to update but I am really busy.

I just saw "Special Education" and I was a bit dismayed to see Santana so mean which probably made me not want to write about her for awhile.

I need you guys to help me find a great name for Kurt's designs since I'm stuck. Any suggestions? You guys decide:)

Not much Puckleberry in these chapters but the next are definitely Puckleberry centered.

Merry Christmas to All!:)))