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My heart's on fire.
Sep. 25th, 2012 02:58 pmThere had been a two hour layover in Boston when she had thought about calling her dads, Kurt or maybe even Finn. Not that Finn would've picked up. It'd been two months since she'd talked to her estranged boyfriend, or fiance, depending on how you interpreted two months of radio silence while you were dealing with Cassandra July, the biggest bitch that ever debuted on Broadway. She knew that he was going through basic training and understood that contact was limited, but it was becoming more and more obvious with every passing day that long distance was the death sentence that everyone had told them that it would be.
Still, she missed him. She missed Lima and she missed her friends. She missed being the most talented person in the room, or at least in the top five. She hadn't been picked to perform once yet at NAYADA, despite the fact that she practiced more than she ever had in high school. The only times she'd actually been able to sing had been five second snippets here or there or as backup to the sophomores. She needed a break. She needed to go somewhere where she wouldn't be told on a daily basis that she sucked.
Which is why it was such a relief when she stepped off the plane at LAX. She was a stranger here. She could stand out or blend in just as much as she wanted to and not one person would call her David Schwimmer or Schwimmer or any combination thereof. She stopped briefly to buy some flowers at a little shop in the airport, because it felt like a grown up thing to do and Rachel forgot far too often that she was a grown up now. Then she'd gotten a cab and given him the address that she'd seen in one of Finn's emails. What? They had almost been practically married, she was allowed to read his emails.
Thirty minutes later the cab pulled up in front of a run down apartment building. Rachel looked at it speculatively for a long moment before the cabbie asked her if she was going to get out. She tipped him as he got out her bags and made her way up the crumbling sidewalk, her flats clicking purposefully. She stopped in front of 1211B, smoothing down her hair with one hand and plastering on a big smile as she rang the doorbell. The moment the door opened she shoved the flowers in the face of the occupant.
"For you," she said, matter-of-factly with a touch of maniac cheer. She gestured Puck forward, even as she stepped onto the threshold. "Don't just stand there, give me a hug."
Still, she missed him. She missed Lima and she missed her friends. She missed being the most talented person in the room, or at least in the top five. She hadn't been picked to perform once yet at NAYADA, despite the fact that she practiced more than she ever had in high school. The only times she'd actually been able to sing had been five second snippets here or there or as backup to the sophomores. She needed a break. She needed to go somewhere where she wouldn't be told on a daily basis that she sucked.
Which is why it was such a relief when she stepped off the plane at LAX. She was a stranger here. She could stand out or blend in just as much as she wanted to and not one person would call her David Schwimmer or Schwimmer or any combination thereof. She stopped briefly to buy some flowers at a little shop in the airport, because it felt like a grown up thing to do and Rachel forgot far too often that she was a grown up now. Then she'd gotten a cab and given him the address that she'd seen in one of Finn's emails. What? They had almost been practically married, she was allowed to read his emails.
Thirty minutes later the cab pulled up in front of a run down apartment building. Rachel looked at it speculatively for a long moment before the cabbie asked her if she was going to get out. She tipped him as he got out her bags and made her way up the crumbling sidewalk, her flats clicking purposefully. She stopped in front of 1211B, smoothing down her hair with one hand and plastering on a big smile as she rang the doorbell. The moment the door opened she shoved the flowers in the face of the occupant.
"For you," she said, matter-of-factly with a touch of maniac cheer. She gestured Puck forward, even as she stepped onto the threshold. "Don't just stand there, give me a hug."
