acontrollist | A Twisted Up Frown, Disguised As A Smile

Rachel isn't one to make impulsive decisions. She usually takes as long as possible to think things through, weighing the pros and cons of each outcome.

She obviously didn't do that tonight, since she's standing in Sam Evan's doorway, a bottle of vodka in her hand.

Honestly, she doesn't know what else to do. Ever since she hung up that picture that Sam drew of her a month ago, she and Bradley have been doing nothing but fighting (and having makeup sex, but that's neither here nor there). Tonight was the worst though. There was screaming, name calling (whore was thrown both ways) and one of her favorite crystal vases is still sitting in 3 pieces on her kitchen counter. It probably didn't help matters that as soon as Bradley had left ("Where are you going?! We're not finished talking about this!" "Out. Don't wait up.") Rachel did the only thing she could think of, which was calling Sam, who'd told her to just come over.

She's not even sure how the vodka came into play, but getting drunk sounds really good right now.

By perfect timing Rachel calls Sam up when he's about to leave his apartment to meet Rachel's understudy for a date. They're not boyfriend and girlfriend or anything but they've gone out a few times over the past month and she's proven to be a great distraction from a crush he might have on his new best friend. (That means you, Rachel Berry.)

Of course, when he hears how upset Rachel sounds down the phone he drops everything for her without even thinking about it. He insists Rachel come see him because she sounds like she needs a hug or something and he rings up Amy and cancels their date, says something important has come up which it has because Rachel has become someone very important to him lately.

He's a little dressed up, wearing a nice shirt and pants when he answers the door to her... and a bottle of vodka.

"That bad, huh?"

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