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slidingmoments2012-08-24 12:31 am
dontrainonmyparade) wrote in slidingmoments2012-08-24 12:31 am
"Big girls don't cry."
Who: Rachel Berry and Noah Puckerman
What: Facing the music
Where: News Cafe, Miami
When: Follows THIS, almost four weeks after Kurt's admission to the clinic
Rachel had selected a small table for two by the window of the cafe and proceeded to sit there playing with the little cannister of sugar sachets while she waited for Puck to arrived. She arranged them all neatly, then took them back out to make sure they were all facing the right way up. It had nothing to do with wanting the sugar to be neat. In fact, she really had no fucks to give about what the cafe's sugar looked like. She was just nervous and uncertain about this whole thing. She had spent the last eight weeks alone, the latter four of which had been in Lima with her fathers. She'd had to do a lot of soul searching and even now, she wasn't sure she had a soul after the horrible things she had said. She never meant to hurt anyone.
What had her life become? Seriously? How had it all gone so terribly wrong? How did she keep managing to fuck it all up, no matter what she did? She couldn't keep going on like this. She really didn't like herself anymore but she had no idea how to fix anything. She had reached out to Puck when she had been too ashamed to try with Blaine again. Blaine wasn't answering any of her texts or emails anymore. She had lost one of the best friends she ever had.
She was so lost in her own thoughts that she startled and jumped when Puck sat down at the table with her. The sugar packets were quickly shoved (messily) back into the cannister and she wrung her fingers in front of her as he looked at him. "I don't know how to stop screwing everything good that happens to me up. I..." There was a pause and she swallowed heavily, eyes dropping down to her tightly coiled fingers. "I attacked Kurt because I was scared he would take Blaine away from me," she finally confessed in a choked voice.
What: Facing the music
Where: News Cafe, Miami
When: Follows THIS, almost four weeks after Kurt's admission to the clinic
Rachel had selected a small table for two by the window of the cafe and proceeded to sit there playing with the little cannister of sugar sachets while she waited for Puck to arrived. She arranged them all neatly, then took them back out to make sure they were all facing the right way up. It had nothing to do with wanting the sugar to be neat. In fact, she really had no fucks to give about what the cafe's sugar looked like. She was just nervous and uncertain about this whole thing. She had spent the last eight weeks alone, the latter four of which had been in Lima with her fathers. She'd had to do a lot of soul searching and even now, she wasn't sure she had a soul after the horrible things she had said. She never meant to hurt anyone.
What had her life become? Seriously? How had it all gone so terribly wrong? How did she keep managing to fuck it all up, no matter what she did? She couldn't keep going on like this. She really didn't like herself anymore but she had no idea how to fix anything. She had reached out to Puck when she had been too ashamed to try with Blaine again. Blaine wasn't answering any of her texts or emails anymore. She had lost one of the best friends she ever had.
She was so lost in her own thoughts that she startled and jumped when Puck sat down at the table with her. The sugar packets were quickly shoved (messily) back into the cannister and she wrung her fingers in front of her as he looked at him. "I don't know how to stop screwing everything good that happens to me up. I..." There was a pause and she swallowed heavily, eyes dropping down to her tightly coiled fingers. "I attacked Kurt because I was scared he would take Blaine away from me," she finally confessed in a choked voice.