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[RACHEL BERRY]

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[KURT HUMMEL]

Kurt’s footsteps echoed quietly through the short hallway a few hours after school was over. Everybody had seemed to filter out of the school in record time, which wasn’t surprising at all. Kurt had stayed after for a little help with some of his pre-calc homework. Everything had flipped right before his drunken eyes at Rachel’s party, and he was having a little trouble concentrating on his schoolwork. Actually, everything had flipped in front of his eyes way before the party, perhaps over the summer. It just took an awkward turn of events for him to realize it. He frowned and turned the corner, heading towards his locker. He walked a little slowly down the hallway this time, admiring the things he didn’t notice while ducking into class. Cowering from the bullies during the day made everything such a blur; he wasn’t really able to stop look at some of the student artwork hanging around the school.

His locker creaked open slowly and he eyed the picture of Blaine hanging in front of him, blushing a little. A few people who knew about his relationship with Sam pestered him about taking it down and replacing it with the unframed picture hanging below, the one of him and Sam a couple days before school started. His head told him to switch the pictures, but his heart seemed to feel differently. So he kept the two photos there. Two worlds right before him, and he had chosen one already.

But he couldn’t hardly stand it any longer. Kissing Sam was amazing. Hell, it was beyond amazing. Delightful. Sam was someone Kurt felt he could hold onto and feel safe around, someone who could ground him.

Was it so bad to feel something for Blaine? To wake up and feel a little sad that he wasn’t in the bed he was in the day after the party?

He hadn’t found the answer to that question yet, and truthfully, he didn’t want to know. He wanted to forget all about it.

After his textbooks were shoved in the small locker, he locked it and walked down the length of the hallway, towards the student parking lot. He stopped, realizing the sheet music he copied to practice for Sectionals was still lying somewhere around the piano where they held Glee rehearsal that day. He sighed and turned around, walking to the theatre.

He almost stopped dead in his tracks when his arms pushed the double-doors open. Someone was sobbing onstage, and it wasn’t too hard for him to figure out who it was. He walked through the isles and made his way up to the stage, grabbing his sheet music before he forgot and stuffed it in his bag. He got a good look at Rachel after that – She was huddled up and crying in the floor. He frowned and breathed out deeply, knowing he needed to comfort her. Rachel had, by far, been through more than him in the past couple of weeks and probably needed someone she could trust to hold her.

”Rachel,” He said softly after she yelled. Kurt shook it off, she probably didn’t know who it was. ”Hey, it’s… alright.” He knew what her response would be, because it wasn’t alright. Rachel couldn’t get over the face that she and Jesse had sex, and it was unbeknownst to her the morning after. That was perfectly acceptable, because Rachel shouldn’t have been able to get over it quickly. It would probably take a lot of time and crying, and Kurt was perfectly fine with being her shoulder to cry on for awhile. He crouched down on the ground with her and rubbed her back, speaking quietly. ”I’m here for you.”

this is for TAGGED Rachel Berry, it came out to be a lovely WORDCOUNT 620 words long, and my character is wearing something like this. Poor Rachel! <3 Kurt will make it better. (:. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.

[RACHEL BERRY]

Being in a place of such happiness for her, it was hard for the girl to even realize what she was doing. The theatre, the stage was no place for tears, ones that were real and heartfelt. It had been a while since Rachel had even let herself cry, being strong for her team, her friends, her parents, for herself—there was no way that she would have let herself fall apart, especially her senior year when they needed so much to stay together. But it was clear to the soprano that no one else looked at it as clearly as she had, seen it as important. Clashing opinions and personalities dug into everyone, and instead of it going to other teams and things that would have helped them, they turned in on each other, especially on Rachel, and eventually there was only so much that the girl could take before she broke.

Her own sheet music tucked under the girl’s body she could feel the warm liquid streaming down her lightly blushed cheeks, all she could do was pull her face as far into her palms as she could before another sob rocked her body, sending shivers down her spine and gasps into her breath to just calm her raging lungs to fuel her body. The steps on the stage made her more conscious of her crying, but still tried to ignore them. She had prayed that it wasn’t Finn, knowing the last time they really had an encounter with each other he accidentally had given her a black eye as she tried to separate her old boyfriend and her new one, but in all actuality the steps were too soft, and everyone knew that Finn couldn’t walk softly if someone had paid him, his height and length made it much too difficult. He was her first love, she knew everything about him, even thought that he might have been the one to have taken her virginity, but that abruptly changed, not only because of her drunken night with Jesse, but because of the fact that she didn’t love him anymore.

But was loving Jesse any better than loving Finn? Rachel of course believed so at first, that was why she had brought him along to her latest party hoping that nothing too bad would happen, but that of course backfired and she woke up, Jesse’s shirt vicariously around her own frame and him, as beautiful as he may have been, was shirtless, and missing his pants, which were strewn in a pile along with her own. Not only was she confused and scared, bile was continuously rising in the back of her throat and all she could do was raise her head over her eyes to shield them from the light giving her a bigger migraine than she already had. Tears, a broken lamp and guitar, along with two days of constant sickness, Jesse had stayed with her, long enough to make sure that she would make it through the coming day, and not pass out or hurt herself.

Though she had understood that she had had sex, she hadn’t accepted it, so when it came up to the group of glee clubers, all they could do was harass her, and Finn even tried to go after Jesse. It was just all too much, leading the girl to hid from whoever had come in. She couldn’t take another hit any time soon.

When she heard the voice of Kurt, she shook her head from side to side as if trying to tell him to go away without a word, but instead she felt his arms around her body, so warm. Comforting they were to the girl and all she could do was lift herself from the stage onto him, wrapping her arms around her neck as she continued to try and fix the shaking in her body. Though his words were hard to understand, she combated them as well as she could. “K-k-kurt, Don’t leave m-m-me.” She choked out, clamping her hands into fists at his back before trying as best as she could to try and at least cover up the reason she was crying, “I-i-I just c-cant hit this n-n-note.” Bawling she turned from his neck and picked up the paper before handing it to him. The Italian lyrics and title were past anything Rachel could even try and speak at the moment so she handed it to him, cheeks red, makeup lightly smearing down her cheeks. Rubbing under them, she tried to wipe the black away, only making it worse smearing it across her cheeks and almost into her hair.

Even the smallest thing setting her off again, the tears mingled with her mascara and led to black tears falling down her lips and falling to the stage. “I-I-Its just too hard…” the doubt in her voice was evident, and there was nothing that she could do about it.

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[KURT HUMMEL]

Kurt frowned deeply and stood with Rachel, holding her like his own mother would when he scraped a knee on the playground as a child. His arms kept a loose hold on the middle of her back and continued to rub it, trying to comfort the nearly broken girl. He hated to see any of his friends in such a horrible state, and sometimes the best thing to do was hold them tightly until they felt like themselves again. Don’t leave m-me,” he felt himself sigh as Rachel spoke so softly, wanting nothing more but to go back and not drink as much as he did, and save poor Rachel along the way.

Kurt knew how she felt to a certain extent. Bullies targeted him relentlessly almost all the time, but he had become used to watching his back everywhere. He could take most of the shoving and being pinned up against lockers… and even having ignorant harassments in the hallways. Kurt was fairly aware that Rachel was a target to some bullies also… but the sudden change probably terrified her. Kurt saw it every day.

Friends in Glee were calling her a whore. Finn would hardly speak to Rachel and he grew distant around the Hudson-Hummel household as well. Everyone eyed her in the hallways, throwing rude words. Kurt couldn’t stand listening to any of the constant slurs any more, but he didn’t want to make matters worse for Rachel by making a scene and trying to beat the odds while he punched some idiotic jerk in the face. He probably wouldn’t admit it, but the thought of punching one of them square in the jaw really excited him.

”I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.” He pulled back from Rachel’s embrace a little and wiped some of the tears from her face sadly as she spoke. Rachel needed to stop pushing herself so hard sometimes, especially when her emotions were spilled out everywhere. (Almost literally now, he swore he almost slipped on a puddle of tears a moment ago.) ”Rach,” He pulled a stray strand of hair behind her ear and put his hand under her chin, lifting it slightly with his soft hands. ”It’s just a note, it’s alright.”

He moved his hand away from her chin and reached down into his bag, fishing out a small package of tissues and taking one to dab it on her cheeks, trying to wipe the tears and makeup off. He took the paper and looked over it after she handed it to him. ”If I know anything about you Rachel, it’s your ability to chase after things and grab them before anyone else has a slim chance. You’re amazing, and freaking out over one little note is just going to hold you back.” He knew this wasn’t just about the note. It was about everything. Her life right now was at an all time low, and the little things seemed to set her off. Still gripping the sheets, he tossed the tissues over on the piano and hugged her again, letting her hug him back as tight as she needed to.

”I know you’re having a hard time, and it’s going to take awhile to get over all of this, but you need to be the headstrong and stubborn Rachel again. You’ll accomplish more.” He said all of this slowly, taking it in himself. Getting over the whole situation with Blaine and Sam was beating him up a little too, and he could probably go by the same words he just spoke. Life seems so backwards and confusing to Kurt most of the time, and unfortunately, crawling into bed and sleeping through it all wouldn’t work well for him. Being stubborn about wanting things was something Kurt had to do in order to get to a place where he wanted to be. Expecting it to show up on his doorstep one day wouldn’t happen. He had to work at it.

He let go of his hold on Rachel and grabbed onto her wrist softly instead, leading her down the side of the stage and into the front and middle seats on the first row, folding one leg over the other and leaning back into his seat, staring at the lighting fixtures suspended along the ceiling. ”You know that song we sang last year, when we were onstage in New York? Where Wicked plays?” He reached over and grabbed one of Rachel’s hands in a friendly gesture, pausing but not really waiting for a reply. ”For Good. Shit happens, Rachel. But it somehow has to have a reason. I’ve had to fight through ignorant jerks my entire life… and they’ve made me stronger.” He was whispering now, barely audible. ”This situation you’re in will shape you, make you stronger too.” He smiled a little and looked back up to the lights.

this is for TAGGED Rachel Berry, it came out to be a lovely WORDCOUNT 815 words long, and my character is wearing something like this. (:. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.

[RACHEL BERRY]

When was the last time she had let herself do this…? Let the tears lingering just behind the chocolaty brown orbs actually touch the air, twine together with the dust and debris that was normally floating around her head, around everyone’s heads, and then finally gaining enough weight to fall down her cheeks and to mesh with the makeup carefully applied to her cheeks before dropping off of her chin, cheek, nose and hitting the black stage that she had come to love more than anything in the world. Rachel couldn’t help it, holding up everyone, being the unseen glue and the sparkle to the poster that was their glee club wasn’t the easiest task to ask a girl, hell, to ask anyone. With the weight of everything, she just crashed to the floor at an altitude too high to be caught plummeting to earth and crashing into a zillion pieces unable to save herself from her tears.

With his arms around her little petite frame all she wanted to do was fall into a pit and stay there for the rest of eternity. There was no reason to go through this and allow everyone to push her down and smack her as she tried to get up. Did they do this to everyone…? Was the fighting and the attacks this vicious for everyone else..? Rachel knew that she had never treated anyone with such fine honed claws because of any small piece of information that circulated through the girls world of ‘school’. Not even when Santana had pulled herself and screwed any and every guy she could think of, Rachel never said a word; but when the one time when Rachel slipped, one time, and a little word of it might have gotten out, the only thing they wanted to do was tear the perfect girl apart so quickly she wouldn’t be able to react. Of course she Knew that Kurt had gone through bullying to the point of leaving, but was that where Rachel was headed…? Or would she allow her emotions get slammed over and over until she couldn’t move anymore, her soul and voice broken as one.

Knowing that Kurt wasn’t going to leave made her heart swell twice its size, but then skip a beat as the high of knowing she wouldn’t be alone drifted and the fact that it wouldn’t exactly matter where or who was with her, the attacks and the assaults would continue to come and all she could do is watch in dismay. “No! It’s not alright!” Shaking her head in defiance, Rachel took a deep breath before pulling her face out of his hands “It’s the note; I can HIT that note! I know I can! I’ve done it before, but it just won’t come, and I-I need it to come so bad….” Closing her eyes she took a deep breath as he took her face again and cleared her face of all the wet and sloppy tear trails and spoke again, trying to help her understand that it wasn’t the end of the world for her, but all Rachel could do was take a shaky breath and sigh. He was right, she would fight tooth and nail to get what she needed, but there was something that she was known for and it tore at her and hid from her in the most obnoxious way. “Kurt….This note… I need this note…. This note will get me into a performing arts school and-“ but before she could continue, he pulled her into another hug, and she just dug her face into his shoulder, bunching his shirt up in her fists and keeping her cool. The tears had stopped falling by now, but the fact that she was still hanging on the balance of breaking down hid in the back of her eyes and peered at any and every one that looked at her.

Kurt spoke slowly to her, and she took it in at almost a slower speed. Yeah, of course the boy was right, everything he was saying was right, and Rachel wanted to agree with him, but something inside her made the girl stop. If she was going to be headstrong, she couldn’t do it here, not when all of the solo’s and the parts that were clearly hers were given to people who didn’t deserve them. Santana was a bitch and though she could sing, her acting lacked: without the full package there would be a little lag in the performance and Rachel was the only one who could bring the whole thing. Even Kurt, who would say he was her best friend, would claw her for one of her parts if he could. Is that really what she needed…? More people coming after her parts..? No, They KNEW she deserved every song that she got, but loved to dig into the soft skin of the girl when she did get what she deserved.

“Kurt…” He grabbed her hand, pulling her down off the stage to sit her down, “Kurt I-“ But he cut her off again, talking about their time in New York. Of course she had remembered that day, it was the best day of her life, running around, and finding herself on an actual Broadway stage. The day was pure magic and all she could do was smile and lean into his arm as he spoke, thinking about whether or not she was going to say anything to him or not. Really she shouldn’t. It should be kept a secret, but even Rachel knew how well her secrets were kept the last few weeks.

Squeezing the hand that Kurt kept in his own she took a deep breath. “Kurt….Thank you… really, I know that this….adventure will shape me, and though its hard to deal with, there are things that can help you through them, and I really need to talk to you about it.” Running her hands through her hair before she looked away from him. “My fathers know about the bullying at school, and they aren’t happy. It’s hard to miss, but they don’t want me going through it.” Taking a moment she paused, looking over to her friend, “Kurt my dads pulled me out of school. We’ve talked to the coach at Carmel, and the Principal, they are more than happy to have me, and have offered their lead position to me, after having seen me at the last competition.”

Rachel looked away, unable to even look at his face, she didn’t want to see his reaction, she couldn’t. “With college auditions coming up, and everyone coming to watch, to look, to find talent. I have to find a team that won’t tear me down or rip me to shreds if I deserve a solo that they want..” Taking her hand from his she looked down. “My last day is tomorrow…Im going to be that headstrong Rachel you want me to be, but im not going to do it here”

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[KURT HUMMEL]

A frown still haunted Kurt’s face as his shoulders dropped and tears threatened to break free from under his eyelids. He didn’t want to become a crying mess right now; it would probably stain his new shirt and make matters worse. He didn’t want Rachel to start bawling because she was almost to that state already. He jumped a little when she shouted, and then his frown screwed up into the slightest annoyed grimace. Rachel was so stubborn sometimes. No, she was stubborn pretty much all of the time. Kurt couldn’t help but to envy that trait, because it really did get her places. ” If you’re so positive that you can hit it, why are you stressing out about it?” He pulled back from the trivial hug and let his grimace deepen, becoming slightly more annoyed. His index finger and thumb gripped the bridge of his nose absentmindedly and he sighed. ”God, sorry. I’m not trying to be an ass.” He shook his head slightly and sighed, collecting himself and pulling her back into a hug.

”Honestly. Rachel, I think that most performing arts schools will jump at the chance to have you.” His tone lightened considerably. College was a subject that Kurt had been worrying about too. Would he be good enough to get into a decent school? He couldn’t be too sure at the moment. Everything was pretty crazy right now, and thinking about college was something he was avoiding. He didn’t try to avoid it – it was just pushed to the back of his mind. Applications would probably need to be sent in within the next few months and he made a mental note to fill a few out before his time was up.

Once he was settled in his seat, and done interrupting Rachel with his impromptu inspirational speech (which, by the way, he thought came out pretty damn good), his gaze averted to the side of her face. ”…I really need to talk you about it.” He shook his head in a manner that suggested “I’m listening, go on” and waited for her to talk. He didn’t say anything as she paused, his eyebrows just raised a little as he wondered if Rachel told her fathers everything about the situation. With her next couple of sentences, his mouth dropped and he tried to speak. ”What… um. I-I don’t..” He looked down to his hands, which were pilfering with the hem of his shirt. He couldn’t look Rachel in the eye; he didn’t really understand what she was saying. ”You’re… leaving us?” He didn’t know what they would do without Rachel, truthfully. She was the driving force to the club – no Rachel meant the obvious absence of a Nationals trophy displayed in the choir room once again.

He took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. Something clicked. Now he understood.

It was the same as his transfer to Dalton. He wanted to bang his head against a wall at the moment; how could he be such an idiot? Yes, he had snapped at Santana and a few others in the club to shut the hell up when they made fun of Rachel. He told Finn not to give her such a hard time, even though he knew that his step-brother was clearly in denial about the whole situation and probably wanted to strangle somebody. All he could think was ’I didn’t do enough to help her.’ Because Rachel didn’t have a Blaine. Kurt had Blaine to help fight through all of the nasty words and punches, even the kiss he would always regret. Rachel didn’t have texts in the middle of the day, claiming that courage was a strong trait to muster up at the moment. I’m sorry, Rachel. Shit, I’m so sorry.” He turned away as the tears spilled over, not able to stand the fact that he hadn’t been there for her. He hated himself at the moment. ”Just…” He didn’t know what to say as he wiped the tears off with his sleeve, shutting up the voice in his conscious which was still telling him not to stain his shirt. ”I don’t want you to go, and I don’t really… understand how this happened so quickly, but… don’t let them throw you around.” He knew Vocal Adrenaline was harsh. Rachel could take it, but the thought of her becoming so impassive and unemotional as some of the members of the rival team really hurt.

He blinked a few times and let fat tears roll down his cheeks and off of his chin. He actually wondered if any of his friends reacted this way when he left for Dalton, but doubted it. ”You’ll do great, you always do.” He said somewhere between a mutter and a whisper. He didn’t know if it was a rude thing to think, but he couldn’t wait to see everyone’s faces tomorrow when they found out. ”You leaving will probably set us back, you know. I’m sure everyone will be shocked and beg for forgiveness.” A small chuckle escaped his mouth quickly and he glanced over to Rachel again, realizing the warmth of her hand in his had left. He frowned. ”I guess this is what we get,” His lips twitched up into a smirk. ”Karma. Something like that. We all deserve it.” He was really talking to himself as he turned his head to stare at the wall on his left, as if it was suddenly interesting.

Senior year was goddamn fantastic, wasn’t it? He probably lost Blaine. Truthfully, he didn’t even know what was going on in the Warbler’s head right now, but it wasn’t good. Kurt assumed that it was all his fault, and it probably was. He shouldn’t have gotten drunk at the party for multiple reasons. God, he couldn’t even remember what was said that night. And he woke up at Blaine’s house the next morning. Oh, and managed to confess his feelings. To top all of this shit off, he was losing Rachel as well. He suddenly wished Sam was sitting beside him. Kurt needed a shoulder to cry on and someone to cuddle with for a moment. His hands lifted from his lap and he rubbed his eyes a little too forcefully. Would running out of the theatre, driving home, and crying himself to sleep make him a bad person? Probably. He decided against it and sulked down in his seat a little, losing his usual posture. ”I’m going to miss you, you know?”

this is for TAGGED Rachel Berry, it came out to be a lovely WORDCOUNT 1088 words long, and my character is wearing something like this. My emotions ;_;. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.