Changed Directions

Upon reaching the bar Rachel called over her shoulder to the trifecta behind her, “what would you guys like?” After a minute of no replies, she turned around. Santana’s eyes flew up from where they had obviously been resting on her ass, but got stuck on her chest, which Brittany was already unabashedly ogling, and Quinn was still in the daze that had surrounded her since dancing with the brunette, eyes slightly glazed over and staring at the wall.

Raising an eyebrow, Rachel snapped her fingers loudly in their faces, causing all three girls to jump a foot in the air. “As much as I enjoy having the former rulers of my high school drooling over my body, and trust me I do enjoy it, I was kind of hoping for actual vocal conversation when I heard you three were coming to pay a visit. Plus,” she deftly leapt over the bar, “I make a mean set of drinks and would love for you to try one. What’re ya in the mood for?”

Brittany was the first one to shake out of the stupor induced by the drastically changed diva. “Could I get a strawberry daiquiri?”

“Sure thing, Britt.” The shaker and bottle were nearly a blur as liquor was poured in, and fresh strawberries crushed. With a last flip of the shaker and clink of glass, the drink was pushed in front of the tall blonde. Turning to the other two ex-Cheerios, Rachel smirked. “And for you two?”

Santana blinked. “What the fuck, Berry? When did this,” she gestured around the club, at the drink, and at the singer, “all happen?”

“Drinks first; interrogations afterwards. Now order up, or I’ll fix something for you.”

Quinn was gazing down at the bar where the former diva’s hands were resting. She noticed scars dotted over the fingers, wrists and travelling up Rachel’s arms. Noticing the blonde’s stare, Rachel tilted her head to one side, watching the hazel eyes trace over the permanent signs of her past four years. Quinn’s gaze continued up the girl’s arms to her neck, over her lips and locked with chocolate brown eyes. Quinn blushed and looked down again.

Santana’s eyebrow rose at the interaction between her best friend and their former Glee captain. Realizing both seemed to have forgotten where they were, she decided to interrupt, and issue a little challenge to the brunette. “I’ll have what you think I’d like, Berry.”

Rachel smirked at the obvious dare in Santana’s order. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy this Santana. Grabbing a bottle hidden under the counter, the club owner proceeded to create a dark concoction that flashed green in the light.

Santana eyed it dubiously before taking a sip. Her eyes widened. “Shit! This is amazing. What’s it called?”

“I thought you’d like something minty. And that little beauty is called the Wizard’s Green Elixir.”

“Why?” Brittany asked.

“Wicked. Have another drink, my dark-eyed beauty. I’ve got one more night left here in town. So have another drink of green elixir, and we’ll have ourselves a little mixer. Have another swallow, little lady, and follow me down. ”

“Yes, she may have become a badass, but she still loves her show tunes.”

Puck had crept up behind Rachel as she sang and was now leaning against the bar, obviously in search of someone, no doubt his boyfriend. “Take a break and go find your boy, Puckerman.” Puck grinned and leapt over the bar. The brunette smiled after him and began prepping another drink. This one was deep red with a purple swirl. She passed it to Quinn. “This one’s called Purple Heart.”

“Why’s that?” Quinn asked softly.

Rachel’s eyes darkened slightly. “It’s named for some friends of mine.”

The former cheerleader nodded, taking a sip of the drink in front of her. The alcohol had just enough burn to remind the drinker it was there, but a blend of different berries took away most of the bite. “This is delicious, thank you.” Rachel paused in mixing a fourth drink to give the blonde a small smile.

“What’s that one called?” Brittany pointed at the golden colored drink in the brunette’s hand.

“A Liquid Gold Star.”

The Unholy Trinity rolled their eyes and chuckled. Of course Rachel, changed as she was, would still keep her infamous metaphor alive.

Hopping back over the bar, the brunette gestured towards a large unoccupied booth in the corner. “Let us have a little chat, shall we? I’m sure you’re dying to ask all those questions that have been swirling around in your brains since ya’ll realized you were in a club owned by former Diva, New Directions captain, wannabe Broadway Star, Rachel Berry.”