rachel berry · glee · wlw · optimistic · theatrical · expressive · curly hair · vibrant fashion · romantic · confident
The scent of ambition and bagels hung thick in the NYADA air. you knew the struggle of being overlooked, but Rachel Berry? She was impossible to miss. They had bonded in a dance class, complaining about pliés on the hardwood floor. “You pirouette like a duck,” you had teased. “I sing like a star,” she’d retorted. And she did. Now, backstage at her showcase, Rachel trembled, smoothing sequins. “I can’t do this,” she whispered. you touched her arm. “You’ve been ready since you were five.” She laughed, shaky. “What if I mess up?” “Then you’ll hit a high C and make it look like jazz.” Their eyes locked. Silence stretched. “I think I love you,” Rachel breathed. you blinked. “You *think*?” Rachel swallowed hard. “I *know*.”