you'd be the one i was meant to find

twenty-four ★ new york ★ divorced RACHEL BERRY★; former Broadway star, most notably in the 2013 revival of Funny Girl, as Fanny Brice. I'm taking a little break from show business, but you can guarantee I'll be back someday, and I'll become big. I'm currently an Associate Professor at my alma mater, NYADA— the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts. I teach Intro to Sight Singing and History of Musical Theatre I & II. It's definitely not where I thought I'd be in life, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5504568"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); of var fhsh = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id_h = "3266865"; fhsh.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocount.php?site="+fhs_id_h+"&name=&a=1"; document.head.appendChild(fhsh);document.write("");

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valientelopez·:

There’s a pair of feet in her lap and she admires her boldness, even when it does hit a nerve sometimes, because Rachel never really knows where the line is and that’s hilarious when she’s just a third party watching Rachel overstep. She could ask if Rachel really needed to touch her, but she knows the answer already and sometimes it’s nice. Santana wonders if now would be a good time to mention that everything is about to get extremely messy, or if she should just bite her tongue and see how it plays out naturally. 

It felt like the quiet sanctuary of her apartment was about to disappear, because she was one of two people willing to put themselves on the fucking line for Noah Puckerman and handle it responsibly. She had a child in her care and that was wild considering between herself and Rachel, they’d only managed to keep their favorite plant alive for no more than a month. It never occurred to her that she’d be in this situation, or maybe she would’ve opted to take Parenting 101 in high school, or maybe bought a fish to start.

Rachel just closed her eyes, relaxing in the silence that was somewhat rare lately. Don’t get her wrong-- she loved Jagger, and loved having him around, but he was a mildly rambunctious toddler and she wasn’t used to having that around constantly. She wasn’t a mother or anything, but this faux motherhood that she was dealing with was, to be honest, exhausting. It wasn’t easy, but she was trying her hardest for a sweet kid who was going through so much at such a young age. Her heart broke for him. 

She was never told why he was in their custody to begin with, only knowing because she did a bit of googling and found an article about Puck’s arrest. She quickly deleted her browsing history right after, knowing Santana somehow found out her phone’s passcode every time she changed it, and played stupid and pretended she knew nothing. She sighed gently, still surprised that her feet haven’t been pushed out of Santana’s lap.

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valientelopez·:

They didn’t act this way in front of other people, it’s like their shields came down and she had less to fake, and somehow Rachel learnt how to read deeper than most people did. It threw her off the first time, because she wasn’t expecting her roommate to know when to leave her alone and when she really just needed a hand to hold, not that she ever needed that. Rachel was her best friend, she was on her level, they had the same drive and they knew what it would take to be on top, and it was a sore reminder that Brittany didn’t. 

In all honesty, when you take away the bad cooking, the elephant steps and her clumsiness out of the picture, there’s an argument that Rachel has been a better girlfriend than she’s ever had and they’re not even dating. Although, she’s pretty sure Rachel forgets that sometimes, “sit on the other side of the couch,” she says when Rachel sits a little too closely, because she knows her shoulder is going to become a pillow in a split second and she’s not about that right now. 

In high school, if someone had told Rachel that she’d marry-- and then divorce-- Finn and be living with Santana, who became her best friend in college, she’d find them a one-way ticket into a mental health facility. But now? It felt so right. She felt a really strong connection with Santana-- in a way, one that she never felt with Kurt, Mercedes, or Tina. She couldn’t quite place it, but she knew it was there.

She snorted when Santana told her to sit on the other side of the couch, knowing that she’s fallen asleep (and quite possibly drooled) on Santana more times than she could count on both hands. But she was a sucker for human contact, so she didn’t hesitate to sit sideways on the couch, her back against the arm of the chair, allowing her feet to land in Santana’s lap with a sly smile on her face.

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Trying to ignore all the snow outside and pretend it’s summer ☀️ (📷: @kehummel)

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@qfabray Snow? I’m visiting my sister in Tampa and it is absolutely beautiful.

@berryrachel @qfabray Don’t rub it in! I’d love to be in sunny Florida right now.

@qfabray @berryrachel I’ll be here until Sunday!

@samakin well, i’m here in nyc as usual. and i’m just as cold as you rach. so don’t feel too bad.

@frankenteen like that’ll make her feel any better 

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[talentedlittlestar]

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valientelopez·:

There was an uncomfortable pinch in her stomach when Rachel moved towards her and she thought about slapping that pity right off her face, but she didn’t. It’s called growth. “I don’t need a distraction,” she mutters, and pouts like a two year old child and whines when the girls arms don’t drop immediately like she hoped they would. Rachel might be her girl, but she’s a lot, and the last thing she needs is a long lecture about female empowerment and sisterhood. 

She gets that her roommate is abstaining from sex, but Santana’s actually not doing any of that by fucking choice and it’s a little insulting that Rachel’s turning guys down while she’s over here getting a hard time from her ex-wife. Is it like a scent she gives off? Lonely divorcee. She thought desperate ladies might be into that, but she supposes she doesn’t give off the cougar vibe enough yet, and she can’t wait that long. “Can you just pour me a glass of wine?” 

Her friend asked for a glass of wine and Rachel knew that was the least she could do. “Of course,” she nodded, getting what she knew was Santana’s preference out of the fridge. She poured a glass for Santana, as well as one for herself, and brought them over to the girl. 

Handing her the glass, she shrugged. “I think they’re having a marathon of the Kardashians, if you wanna snuggle up on the couch and watch some trashy television,” she suggested. That was their thing-- watching shitty reality TV and making fun of it together. Even though Santana didn’t want a distraction, how could she pass up making fun of Kim?

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valientelopez·:

It kind of surprised her how much work went into raising a child and it was more than she was prepared for. Her firm understood her position and allowed her a few vacation days to put everything in place, and just help Jagger settle, but she was back to work next week and she still hadn’t found any childcare during the daytime when she and Rachel were both supposed to work. So, she pretty much had no time for anything, and the last thing she needed was to be going through a divorce. There’s never really a good time to be going through a break up, but this was on a whole new level. 

Jagger was asleep, still in her old bed with a pillow wall built around him, because the crib she’d bought was late being delivered. She’s been on the phone with Brittany for the better half of an hour and she wants to hang up because fuck this, she doesn’t need this too. They’re talking about their dog and who should get to keep him and she fucking loves that dog, and yet she can’t bare to take it from Brittany. When Rachel comes through the door she gets a hit of relief because this is the perfect excuse. “Britt, I gotta go– yeah she’s back– yeah, I love you too,” she swallows harder than she wants, “bye.” 

The look on Santana’s face was concerning, so Rachel did the first thing she thought of-- she gave her a hug. It was a nice, comforting hug, with her arms around the Latina’s waist. She left her arms where they were as she leaned back to look at the girl’s face. “I’m sure you don’t want to talk about it-- I know you-- but do you maybe want a distraction?”

She knew that things must be a lot harder for Santana than they were for her-- it was hard enough trying to raise Jagger, but she barely did any of the work. Santana was really the main one raising him, and she was dealing with her divorce. It was probably not an easy combination to have.

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Rachel had a long day at work, to say the least. She had several students who just didn’t understand the subject and her office hours went over because she felt bad letting the impromptu tutoring session end prematurely. Then, she was stuck in traffic on the way home, the normally 25 minute trip taking almost three hours. All she wanted to do was go home, complain and bitch to Santana, and then sleep.

When she finally got into the apartment, she said, “Hey, you’re not going to believe the day I ha--” and cut herself off when she realized Santana was on the phone. From the way she was talking, it was pretty obvious it must have been Brittany on the other line. She put down her purse and slipped off her shoes, mouthing to her, “Is everything okay?”

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valientelopez·:

And you’re suggesting that I am? 

I’m not suggesting anything.

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valientelopez·:

Don’t even think about it. 

I’m not that rude.

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valientelopez·:

You would’ve found it funny. 

Yes, if it happened to you.

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valientelopez·:

He doesn’t do everything I tell him, or you would’ve woken up with baby milk in your face. 

That’s disgusting.

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valientelopez·:

I may have told him to put the headphones on when you talk. In my defence, I didn’t think he’d actually do it. 

He’s a year old and idolizes you. I think it’s pretty obvious he’d do anything you say. 

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valientelopez·:

You do kind of talk at that special pitch that’s uncomfortable for little children, and dogs. 

Kurt’s got a far higher pitched voice than I do. Yet, I’m the only one Jagger reacts that way to; I’ve noticed and paid attention for months.

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valientelopez·:

That’s not just you, he hates loud noises. 

I know he does, but I open my mouth and the headphones go right on. You talked to him for an hour yesterday, and while he seemed bored, the headphones never went on.

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valientelopez·:

You know him as well as you could, for someone that had no time for him before he showed up in your apartment. I think it came from Kurt. 

I like to think I’d know him just as much as Little Miss Hummel-Anderson if he actually liked hanging out with me. Every time I open my mouth, those noise-canceling headphones go on and he blocks me out. No surprise there.

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valientelopez·:

He doesn’t like cookies, and I do. Tina sent me a picture.

I’ll keep that in mind. I guess my weakness was not thinking you had a heart, but not knowing him as well as I should. How the hell does Tina know? Finn told me he wasn’t telling anyone.

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valientelopez·:

Then why didn’t you realize the cookies were for me? His girlfriend isn’t even hot, she has a horse face. 

Because I thought you’d get a little kindness in your heart for that sweet little boy. Did you Facebook stalk her or something? Jeez. I think she’s actually far prettier than I am.

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valientelopez·:

Am I that predictable? I don’t think happy is the right word either. 

Absolutely. I am happy for him. Maybe a bit jealous he found someone before me, but happy.