Rachel Berry ★

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[-rachelbberry]

EMy dashboard is covered in teacher love.

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me-llamo-schuester:

-rachelbberry:

I have a pretty solid experience in clubs already, so I’m not focusing on that. Instead, I’m putting all my energy into dramatic arts as a whole since it is what will count the most, after all.

… Weren’t you in a club that focused, um… That focused on mostly on African Americans?

Yes, I was. Your point?

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EMy dashboard is covered in teacher love.

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me-llamo-schuester:

 Well, what’d you have in mind for extracurriculars?

I have a pretty solid experience in clubs already, so I'm not focusing on that. Instead, I'm putting all my energy into dramatic arts as a whole since it is what will count the most, after all.

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EMy dashboard is covered in teacher love.

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me-llamo-schuester:

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No problem.

 This might sound weird, but.. How are you, Rachel? You’re always asking about everyone else, but nobody seems to ask abou you.

I... that is very considerate of you, Mr. Schue, thanks. I'm doing quite well. I mean, it's hard to have your boyfriend going to college in New York, and I'm doing all I can to get more extracurricular activities for my NYADA application. But yes, I'm good.

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My dashboard is covered in teacher love.

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me-llamo-schuester:

-rachelbberry:

Of course I do. I mean… after everything you guys went through, it’s not a bump in the road that will break you two up.

Yeah, I guess you’re right.. Thanks. I mean that.

No problem.

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My dashboard is covered in teacher love.

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me-llamo-schuester:

-rachelbberry:

Mr. Schue, I hardly think it’s news that you’re spilling to me about your love life. My teacher or not, you’re my friend too. I’m sorry to hear about that, but I know you two will work things out - you always do.

… You really think so?

Of course I do. I mean... after everything you guys went through, it's not a bump in the road that will break you two up.

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My dashboard is covered in teacher love.

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me-llamo-schuester:

-rachelbberry:

… oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t take time to read it. What happened?

Meh. I called Bryan whipped and he got upset about it and now we’re onto my self hate and how I’ve become him and… I shouldn’t be spilling to you, really.

Mr. Schue, I hardly think it's news that you're spilling to me about your love life. My teacher or not, you're my friend too. I'm sorry to hear about that, but I know you two will work things out - you always do.

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My dashboard is covered in teacher love.

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me-llamo-schuester:

Minus the love part.

... oh, I'm sorry. I didn't take time to read it. What happened?

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My dashboard is covered in teacher love.

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know you'll be safe but not alone

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fuhbray:

The smile made her own grow larger, possibly due to it’s absolute sincerity. Either way, she folded her arms and cocked a hip against the doorframe as Rachel spoke. “Pumpkin bread?” She inquired cautiously. “If you made it, I’m sure I’ll like it, new best friend” She gave a small wink as she said that, considering her voice had taken on an odd tone with those three last words, she figured she should’ve milked it for all it’s worth. In all honesty, however, she would’ve much rather stated a charming anecdote relating the pumpkin bread her grandmother always made around Thanksgiving, to the kind Rachel was currently cradling, but that most definitely wouldn’t have fit her recent transformation. Although the only thing different about her was dyed hair, a nose ring, a tattoo, and a sudden love for smoking, girls, and some other things her mother would never approve of.

“Oh yeah,” she murmured, laughing at her own forgetfulness. That was something she could appreciate, at the very least; her newly discovered ability to laugh at her own simple mistakes. “You don’t need to walk on eggshells around me, Rachel,” she said, stepping aside and gesturing inside. “That’s not what best friends do, babe.”

Rachel's tone was unusually meek as she spoke again, her eyes scanning Quinn's for any indications that she might not have been serious. "I'm glad, then. I just thought it'd be a nice gesture." She knew she was starting to get slightly defensive, and, pressing her lips to a thin line, Rachel tried to talk herself out of it. She doesn't bite. However, this was all to new to her - aside from small glimpses of it, she'd never seen a Quinn this inviting, a Quinn this comfortable with having her around. Stepping inside as Quinn urged her in, she couldn't help but to smile with the girl. It was things like that, things like seeing her seem so carefree, even if for a second, that made Rachel keep going.

Truthfully, most of the time she didn't know what she was chasing and why, but it was relieving to finally reach it, even if not completely. "I'm sorry, Quinn. Old habits die hard, I guess, but... I'll try to fight them." Showing her a genuine, wide smile, Rachel took the liberty to leave the pumpkin bread in the kitchen before returning to the living room, her hands clasped together behind her back. "Well, since we're leaving rumours behind, tell me. What have you been doing lately?" Her tone had a genuine curious edge to it - because, as much as Rachel heard and speculated about, a little part of her really wanted to hear what Quinn's new life was like, even if she felt like those weren't the girl's true colors.

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Fucking Juni though...

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santana-lo:

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santana-lo:

The DVD set magically disappeared.

Oh, well. I’m sorry, then. But if you kill him, I’m not helping you get rid of the body.

What the fuck Rach I thought we were friends.

We are, but I have a future planned down to each tiny detail, and I can't have a charge for accessory in murder on my file.

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know you'll be safe but not alone

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fuhbray:

Rachel was an interesting girl, really, and lately, for some reason, that seemed to be the only thing on her mind. The smaller girl had reached out to her, for probably the six thousandth time ever, and this time she was letting her in. Normally, Quinn would have been sure that this interest was prompted by her new appearance, but considering Rachel’s constant interest in her life (which at one point she would have simply called nosy), but she was different. Not different in that Swim Fan way Finn and Puck always giggled about, but different in one of the best ways possible. Rachel actually cared.

She leaned outside and pressed her cigarette out against the windowsill (because while her mother had tried her best to embrace this new lifestyle, she wasn’t sure how easily she would accept smoking), smiling fondly as she spotted the girl she had hated roughly three months ago walking to her door. Quinn flicked it haphazardly, before heading downstairs and swinging open the door.

“Did you bring me something?” She teased, a grin ghosting at the corners of her lips.

Rachel smiled a bit at her comment, looking away for a second. While she wasn't much of a baker, Jesse always seemed to appreciate when she did something especially for him, and she could only hope it worked that way with others too. "I did. I brought you a pumpkin bread, and I hope you like it." However, as her eyes met Quinn's again, she couldn't help but to watch her with curiosity. She still hadn't gotten used to her new way of dressing, her wild hair or the heavy make-up, and deep down Rachel knew it was some kind of attempt to fit in, to feel like she was accepted even if it was by the true social outcasts of Lima. In spite of all that... it also suited Quinn to some extent, which was oddly fascinating to Rachel.

Shifting slightly on her feet, she kept up a small smile, trying not to be too awkward. "Can I come in?" Her arms were still holding onto the bread, and she started to get nervous for some reason - what if she didn't have the right things to say? What if she blew the first real chance she got?

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know you'll be safe but not alone

Rachel was... surprised, to say the least. Quinn's transformation had caught her by surprise, and she never expected her to actually quit Glee club. She was almost scared to see the girl slip away, the girl that she'd grown attached to for a reason she couldn't really point out. There was always this nagging feeling telling her to reach out to Quinn, to try and be her friend, and Rachel found it very, very hard to ignore. So, be it what prompted her sudden change, she was at least comforted by the fact that, for once, she decided to let her in.

Wrapping a pumpkin bread she'd baked with their meeting in mind, Rachel fixed her appearance, not changing out of her usual sweater and skirt but making sure her hair wasn't messy before walking out of the house, climbing into her small car. She felt almost anxious, tapping nervously on the steering wheel as she made her way to the Fabray household. Surely enough, a new Quinn was surprising, but it was also somewhat unsettling since Rachel had no way of knowing what she'd encounter. Hoping for the best, she focused on the road until she was pulling up in front of the house. Walking to the door, Rachel rung the doorbell twice and waited patiently, holding onto the neatly wrapped bread.

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fuhbray:

-rachelbberry:

… did you seriously get a Ryan Seacrest tattoo? Oh God. Well, would you mind if I came over later?

And I’m sorry for that, Quinn. But it’s not to late too start, you know.

I may have. ;) Yeah, that’s fine, I’ll show it to you when you get here, yeah?

You’re pretty okay, did you know that?

Oh God. Well, I'm glad we're doing this! I'll be over in a few minutes.

... really? Thanks, Quinn. That means a lot to me.

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fuhbray:

So, we’ll be friends. I’ll tell you everything, alright? But you can’t keep believing these rumors about me. There was even one going around that I got a tattoo of Ryan Seacrest (although I did go out and do that after I heard it. Irony, y’dig?)

I don’t think I’ve ever really been happy, Rachel.

... did you seriously get a Ryan Seacrest tattoo? Oh God. Well, would you mind if I came over later?

And I'm sorry for that, Quinn. But it's not to late too start, you know.