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Moving Forward, Moving Out.
It had been about an hour or so since she and Rachel had arrived at the apartment that Quinn was no longer going to be occupying, packing up the things that she would be taking home with her while leaving enough for the space to be functional in case they – or someone else – needed a place to stay away from the insanity. It wasn’t an entirely huge job to do, but the blonde had decided that morning that she actually wanted to sort through her stuff that she had brought back to the city with her and get rid of some of the things she wouldn’t need or didn’t want. It was a process much longer than she could have expected, and about halfway through her far too large collection of clothes she had gotten tired and decided to grab some water and take a small break.
Walking out to the kitchen, she grabbed a glass from one of the cupboards that was now about half-empty and filled it with some water from the fridge, humming when she brought it to her lips and took a long sip of it. Her eyes darted around the room after, spotting Rachel just a few feet away working on something that she couldn’t quite make out, just watching her for a few long moments. There was no longer a longing whenever she looked at her wife, no ache in her chest from knowing that she couldn’t have the other woman because she had hurt her so badly, and it was entirely strange in the best way to simply feel her heart swell with love and happiness when she looked over at the brunette, once more. Setting her glass down on the counter to be retrieved later, the blonde made her way over to the singer and moved to sit behind her, allowing her to wrap her arms around Rachel’s small frame and kiss along her shoulder.
Calling ⇄ Finn & Rachel
- F: He didn't even bother to reply online, quickly grabbing his phone and dialing Rachel's number as he ran over to his door and locked it. He paused, looking at his iHome before nodding and flipping the music on. Just in case. He smiled when the phone started ringing and pretty much jumped onto his bed, reclining against the pillows comfortably as he waited for her to pick up.
Midway through her classes, Santana started to feel her energy drain and her head pound, putting her to sleep in the middle of a lecture. It didn’t help that she had woken up with a stuffy nose and puffy eyes, but she was quick to blame that on the weather changing. It was clear to her now, she was coming down with something. After sending off an e-mail to her last professor of the day, she headed home early, thankful Rachel finished her classes before her on Mondays.
“Rach.” She called out, her voice hoarse and low. She set her bag and kicked her shoes off before falling heavily into the couch with a loud groan. She was the last person anyone wanted to be around when she was sick. It was a rare occasion. She missed all of two days during high school due to illness, both of which she was almost hospitalized for dehydration. So when this happened, all hell broke loose and god help anyone who crossed her path.
Some of my NYADA classmates (by which I mean Brody) have badgered me into trying out this social networking site. I’m not sure when he expects me to have time to update it, between classes, rehearsals, auditions, and some private time with him, but I’m certainly willing to give it a try! Any way that I can share myself with the world is a good thing, after all, and this seems like an ideal one! So, hello to all of my friends who are already here, and to any new fan who stumbles upon my blog, thank you for visiting and I hope to hear from you!
Some More Changes || Faberry
After a very happy yet troubled night, I was able to sleep when Quinn held me and assured me she wasn’t going anywhere. It was around 10 am when I start to wake up and I can still feel her arms around me. “I love you.” I whisper, pecking her lips to try and wake her up. “Hi wifey… wake up, it’s time already.”
Train Rides To Somewhere New
When enough time had passed for Quinn to know Rachel was on her way in the taxi, the blonde got up from her table in the corner of the library and began to make her way through – armed with her cellphone, just in case Rachel needed directions, and the money that she would need to pay for the singer’s cab over to the library. Her eyes darted around her as she walked, wondering just how many books she could read in the time it took her to make her way through her schooling, and ended up smiling at the thought. Just being there made her happy, and though she almost wanted to go party and get to know her new friends better, she knew it was better for her sanity if she just didn’t get into the alcohol. She stopped at the vending machines and ended up buying two questionable looking blueberry muffins for the sake of it and then made her way out to the front steps to watch for Rachel’s taxi, smiling all the while to herself as she tried to contain the odd feeling of excitement over seeing her high school friend.
Mental Breakdowns || Pezberry
No. This wasn’t happening. There was no way this was actually happening. She had to be dreaming, Rachel was convinced. But as she looked down at the shredded pieces of her Wicked Playbill in the middle of their bedroom floor, she knew there was no way this was a dream. Quinn had left for another shoot about an hour prior and Rachel knew Santana was trying to finish up some paper work so she wouldn’t have to go into the office later on, but this was an emergency.
She was in shock, that had to be it. Because she was pacing the foor in circles around what was left of the only autographed playbill she’d ever owned and Tony had scampered off somewhere and she couldn’t even bother to go find him. “Santana!” she called out as she felt a few tears pricking her eyes, her fingers running through her hair nervously before she grabbed her other playbills and put them hastily on the highest shelf she could reach. This wasn’t going to happen again.
Caught → Pezberry
Santana woke up and was met with the face of her sleeping lover, lit by the afternoon sun. Her hand was on her partner’s hip and Rachel’s hand was on her waist, their legs tangled together. She smiled lazily and moved a little closer. As much as she loved to see Rachel sleep, she just really wanted her awake right now.
She moved forward and kissed Rachel’s forehead, her eyebrows, then over her nose, her cheeks, her chin and finally, her lips and she chuckled at the cute faces Rachel made when she woke up. Her eyes fluttered open and Santana beamed at her. “Hey there, beautiful…” She said as she slid her hand up Rachel’s side and brushed her hair out of her face, smiling softly at her. “You look adorable.” She said, looking at Rachel’s messy hair and moved her thumb to Rachel’s mouth, to wipe away a bit of drool. Rachel always drooled when she slept and it was something Santana found hilarious, yet extremely precious as well.
Rachel Berry has officially made her Tumblr debut!
After much hype from my classmates about this website and its many wonders, I’ve finally caved in and created one for myself! I’ve never been too fond of social networking because I think my time could be better spent, but now that I’ve entered my final year at NYADA and my days here are growing fewer, I thought it would be nice to join a forum where I could keep in touch with everyone. Not to mention that this gives me more opportunities to post audio recordings of myself in the hopes of getting feedback from my followers!
Assuming most of you aren’t extremely familiar with me, I’d like to introduce myself. My name is Rachel Barbra Berry ☆, and I’m a twenty-two year old performer currently (and forever, if my career works in my favor) residing in New York City. Much of my free time is dedicated to rehearsing with the cast of the Broadway revival of Funny Girl (where I’m currently the under-study for the lead role, Fanny Brice), choreographing new dance routines, working on and writing new music, and spending time with my roommate and best friend, Kurt Hummel.
I may come off as a bit intimidating due to my outgoing and loud personality, but I promise you that I’m quite friendly and love talking to new people! So whether you be my admirers, fellow theatre lovers, or just curious Tumblr users - feel free to send me a message at any point in time.
LET'S GO CRAZY, CRAZY, CRAZY - Rachel and Quinn
Quinn closed her computer for the night. She thought about all her friends that were all over the U.S. She missed them all, more some than other, but what she didn’t understand was how she could lose contact with Rachel. They lived in the same city and not very far from each other. She was sure that it was even just a few short blocks to Rachel’s place and yet they hadn’t seen each other since Quinn live din New Haven.
Quinn took a shower to wash away the stress of the day, which didn’t help. She still couldn’t help but think about her daughter. Lately, since reconnecting with Puck, Beth was on her mind alot. Quinn closed her eyes and pushed every thought that had to do with Puck and Beth away and focused on spending time with her friend. If she was being honest with herself, going out drinking with Rachel was going to help her forget about two, okay three people that had been clouding her thoughts.
Quinn looked at herself in the mirror moments after getting out of the shower. She was satisfied with the red dress that she had stolen from Santana when she was in LA. She smoothed down the material the ended in the middle of her thigh and looked at her feet that was hugged by her favorite black high heels. Quinn let her hair hang loose around her face, before grabbing her keys and purse and heading out the door. She decided to walk to her friend’s house, arriving only ten minutes after leaving her place. She knocked once on the door, waiting to see her friend after so long.