aint-no-cinderella replied to your post
even-thestars-burn:
I missed you too. I couldn’t keep my mind off of you the whole time I was there. Can I see you soon?
Of course. You know you are welcome over at any time.
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aint-no-cinderella replied to your post
even-thestars-burn:
Yes ma’am. I’m sorry that it took so long. The papers weren’t fully prepared when I got there, so it was not as simple of a trip as I would have liked it to be… But I’m here now, and that’s all that matters.
I suppose under the given circumstances I can understand that, fully. However none of this does anything to ease the ache that has been created by your absence. In other words; I missed you.
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Rachel-Hobbit-Berry
sebastian-smooth-criminal:
I have not forgotten you. (You are simply easy to overlook)
I hate you.
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That’s because she doesn’t want to see rip my hair out!
Bald would have been a good look for you.
Santana Maria Lopez!
semi-perfect-imperfection:
You two woulda been here all day
Exactly! And then I would have had material to tease him on endlessly for not guessing right. I finally would have had a come back or two for him.
(Source: aint-no-cinderella, via overexposed-and-underestimated)
Text Message to Jesse
I am so sorry I didn’t get to this sooner. I spent Valentine’s Day with Santana because I didn’t realize you would be back, and I had left my phone home. Want to come over? I’ll cook and make it up to you? -R★
Text Message to Santana
…Will you be my Valentine? xox -R★
Rachel rolled her eyes at Artie’s drunken words, trying her best not to judge him for his intoxicated behavior. After all the years she still looked at him as her best friend. They may have drifted apart after his accident and Rachel really couldn’t blame him for wanting to push her away. But that never changed the love she held for the current drunk boy next to her. He had been her first real friend. He talked to her when everyone else was throwing sand in her hair. She continued to drag him down the block, trying to hurry to her home as fast as possible. “Yes, we’re going to my house. Well it’s still my fathers’ house, though I am not about to take that away from them. You can have a cookie if you want. You’re also going to drink a lot of water. Do you understand? Wait, you lost your car keys and your house keys?” Her eyes rolled again as she tried to continue to not judge him. How had he gotten to be as much of a mess as she was?
Her head nodded to his question, as she tried to wrap one of her arms around herself. “I’m freezing actually,” she mumbled out. Rachel knew her recent cold spells were due to the fact that she wasn’t taking care of herself properly, but she wasn’t about to admit that to Artie. He probably wouldn’t even remember or care in his state. A sigh left her lips at his question and Rachel simply continued to make her way down the block. “Just warn me if you feel the urge. I’ve been thrown up on once in my life and honestly, it was more than enough.” She smiled to herself seeing her home in the distance, tugging Artie down the block a little faster than necessary. She wasn’t sure if she was just excited to get out of the cold, or to release the grip she had on a boy who she used to call her best friend.
She refused to answer him right away. It was a question that really required no thought. Of course she missed him. Rachel had missed him since the first day be started to pull away from her, she just feared she was being too clingy. High school had been the worst, especially once he joined the Glee club. All she wanted was to sit next to him and gush about her day, or even talk to him. But they were different people and their friendship has dissolved into thin air. Rachel just pulled him up the steps of her home and fished her keys out of her back pocket. She led them both inside, walking Artie over to the couch and sitting him down.
Her arms instantly wrapped around her shaking frame, as she turned away from him, still silent. She could feel the tears forming in her eyes as she thought about his question and the statements after it. “I do,” she finally mumbled, the first tear slipping out and running down her cheek. Rachel spun back around to face him, eyes trying to avoid his form but locking on him anyway. “I’ve missed you everyday since you started pushing me away, Artie. It’s not something that I was able to get over, or just replace you. You’re my best friend, even when you weren’t around. I understand why you did at the time, but you never tried to fix it. Yo-you never car..” Her words cut off and Rachel shook her head. She could feel every emotion bubbling inside her. Not just about their friendship, but everything she had been locking away about everything.
“It doesn’t matter. It was years ago and, it’s over…” Her words made it sound like their friendship was over and Rachel felt a strange tightening in her chest. The last person she ever wanted to lose was Artie. Even after everything they’d be through and the years of not speaking, she needed him. She needed to know that he held their friendship dear in his heart, not that he didn’t care. “I just wish we could have had a chance. It would have been a beautiful friendship.” Her shoulders shrugged just slightly as her arms wrapped tighter around her frame, begging for warmth to flood her body as it had when she had been close to him.
Rachel continued to gaze at Jesse as he preformed, completely in awe throughout his entire performance. It hadn’t been that long since she had seen him perform, but she was seeing him in a different light for the first time in a long time. This performance was different from their time on Broadway. It was unrehearsed, and raw and beautiful. The entire thing brought a few tears to Rachel’s eyes because she couldn’t believe she had the honor of not only listening to him, but of sitting so close to him as he poured everything into his song. Rachel was always able to tell when Jesse was giving it his all. She was able to tell when he didn’t care about a performance, and that wasn’t the case here. He was throwing his all into this song. It moved her.
A warm smile graced Rachel’s lips as he finally turned to her. “Hi,” she mumbled out, still partly broken. She had been trying to fix herself. She had managed to get herself a job at Brittany’s dance studio, but it was only the first step on a long road of things she had to fix. “I-I’ve missed you too.” She hadn’t meant for her words to crack or to seem hesitant, but she was scared. Admitting that she had missed Jesse was like admitting there were feelings for him, which meant he could hurt her. She had never been so guarded around him, even after the egging. And as if her worst fears were being brought to life, Rachel heard his next sentence, a small ‘oh’ falling from her lips. He was leaving her, just like he promised he wouldn’t.
Though his comment about needing to speak without interruption baffled her, Rachel nodded her head, her hands folding gently in her lap. As he spoke, Rachel could feel her breathing shallow out, and her stomach drop to her toes. He had come clean to Leslie? She supposed it was the right thing to do, but the thought scared her. What if Leslie came after her? She wouldn’t blame her. Rachel probably deserved a good punch to face for sleeping with Jesse. But as his continued, she felt her eyebrows pull together in deeper confusion.
She continued to listen to him; the same intensity remained as her eyes locked with his. She did blame herself that was the problem. She would always blame herself for dragging Jesse’s relationship into the depth of hell with her. It was like she become this black hole and if you got too close, she pulled you down with her. Still, Rachel wasn’t about to voice this all to Jesse, especially not in public. She jumped slightly when his fingers laced with his, not expecting him to want to touch her. Without putting much thought into her actions, Rachel leaned forward and pressed her lips lightly to his. It was a short kiss, and she pulled back within a few seconds, a small smile on her lips.
“I understand why you have to return. I’m not happy that I ruined your relationship, and I’m not happy that you’re leaving. I’ve always felt like somewhere there’s a place for us, but I think Lima is that place, Jesse. I know New York has been home to the both of us for so long, but I don’t want to go back, ever.” Her words came out in a rushed whisper, her eyes locked on their hands. “I can’t ask you to give up your life in New York, with or without Leslie, that’s home for you. I think…I think maybe you should just stay in New York.” She slowly pulled her hand away from his, folding it back in her lap. “Maybe we just aren’t meant to be together after all. Lima is home to me. It always has been and I don’t think I can bear to be away from it any longer. You belong in New York. I don’t.”
