Rachel has a crush on the new Handyman....
Rachel Berry groaned as she twisted the knob at her bathroom sink. It stopped working again. She barely held back a curse as she grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste and went into the kitchen. She quickly brushed her teeth before she picked up her phone.
She made a quick call to her landlord, Mr. Figgins. He promised to send up the maintenance guy, but that didn't make Rachel feel any better. The apartment complex's current maintenance man, Sandy Ryerson, was terrible at his job. Not to mention the fact that he was extremely creepy.
Five minutes later, there was a knock on her door. Rachel sighed and tugged a sweater on over her tank top. She was going to be ogled at, and her faucet probably wouldn't get properly fixed. This was not a good start to her day.
Ryerson smirked at her as she opened the door. "Morning, Miss Berry," he said.
Rachel managed a smile for the man. She was an actress, after all, and she was good at her job. "Good morning, Mr. Ryerson. Thank you for coming down."
Ryerson looked up and down her body and waved the wrench in his hand around as he spoke. "You know I'd be down here in a heartbeat for you, Miss Berry."
Rachel rolled her eyes when the older man wasn't looking. There had to be some way to get a new maintenance guy. She was so over this.
....
"Did you hear about what happened to Ryerson?"
Rachel took a sip of her wine and looked at her best friend and neighbor. "No. What?"
Santana Lopez smirked. She did love a good gossip session, and she did have some juicy news this time. "Apparently, Ryerson was setting up quite the little peeping show throughout the women's apartments. And some of the men's, too. I guess he wasn't picky."
Rachel's eyes went wide and she looked around, as if a camera would pop out. "He didn't—"
"No, he never made it to the third floor," Santana told her. "So we're clean. But Ryerson was arrested, and now Figgins has to find a new maintenance man."
"Do we know who he's going to pick yet?" Rachel asked. She really hoped that it was someone who was at least good at his job.
"Maybe he'll be hot," Santana said as she waggled her eyebrows.
"Santana!"
"What? Just because I like the V instead of the P doesn't mean that I don't appreciate a good looking man. Besides, I'm just looking out for you, Berry. God knows that you need to get laid."
Rachel's cheeks flushed. "Santana!" she repeated.
"What?" Santana looked unapologetic as she shrugged her shoulders. "It's true."
....
Rachel nearly tossed her toothbrush across the bathroom. Just as she had predicted, her faucet had stopped working again. And just as she had a week ago, she went and brushed her teeth in the kitchen before she called Mr. Figgins.
